Before Her Grave

No longer in this earth

Her cheeks were rosy red,

She was full of mirth

For whom tears are shed.

Here where horrors reign

All alone I stand,

With terrors and with pain

And with memories in hand.

Being in the cemetary

Bothers me her thought,

I only got misery

But joys I had sought.

Regularly I do weep

For she is no more,

Hope never does peep

For hope I do implore.

Radiant was her very face

But now underground,

In this horrid place

Where life is never found.