T'was in a nightmare’s tale where horrors dwell,
there rose a perfect love with caring sigh,
which lighted deepest depths of darkest hell,
inspiring passion on which dreams rely.
Have ere the words of life been writ so sweet,
to be enshrined in pleasure’s grasp to feel?
To touch a willing heart midst every beat,
it seemed each moment lived became more real.
But rainbows ceased and dried the wishing wells –
this story’s end would bring such grief to bear...
because the death this final chapter tells
relates a pain so difficult to share.
My eyes preserved each treasured tear t'was cried –
when passion wept as love laid down and died.