His kisses were like promises in the dark,
And in my heart he left his mark.

Still my soul he did not touch,
I did not love him but I wanted him very much.

Without love we would have nothing.
It pained him so that I would not accept his ring.

Even now that I am dead,
He comes to my grave wishing it were him instead.

Now I'm afraid it's my time to leave.
He swears for eternity he will grieve.

I do not trust promises made to unseen ears.
I fear there is no emotions in his pain and tears.