The Bitter Lovers

The dawn brought death,
The night did fly,
And as I lie and cry for you to die,
I saw you dead.
Your pretty head,
This poem, I read,
And so you said,
"Bury me deep into the night"
In which I did with much delight,
Into the dark and cold so quiet.
Then covered you, I, in rich soil,
So sooner would your body spoil.
Thus began, your corpse to rot,
And feed the earth, from with your plot,
To spring a rose bush from the ground,
To cover me and pull me down,
Beneath the earth to your death bed,
To lie beside your pretty head.
I held you to my bosom near,
And read this poem for you to hear.
Upon your love, I once more cried,
To join my Love... and so I died.