True Love Shall Never Die

On a damp and dim winter day,
A young maiden walked through the street,
Although she couldn't say,
Her heart just wouldn't beat,
Somehow she already knew,
Although she couldn't grasp,
The thought had already grew,
And when she came to the cemetery,
What she beheld only mad her gasp,
She knelt by the grave and started to weep,
Her weeping could be heard,
Through the silent town,
Down the swaying street,
And under the sleeping forest,
She went on and on,
And anything that steered was drone to her,
As the sun kept rising into the sky,
And yet down in the newly waking town,
Her sorrowful weeping sound,
Just made everyone cry,
And as they silently joined into her saddening sound,
Until she lay down to die,
And all she did was lay down with a sigh,
Yet the sound of her weeping,
Still flew through the sky,
And beyond the silver lining,
But when they all found her,
The grave of her long lost lover,
Was where she had been weeping,
And laying next to her,
On a note stained with tears,
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"True love shall never die!"
                           By Nathan Koontz