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Write a sad poem on about 60 lines about your love who has died a year ago and you went to her/him today on her first death anniversary. You brought a bouquet of rose to the cemetery to show your love. You reminisce the moments you spend with her. Tears came to your eyes. Write about the sweet memories you spend with her.
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Answer:
In the hush of the cemetery, where shadows linger long,
I stand alone, surrounded by silence, singing a mournful song.
A year has passed, my love, since you left this earthly shore,
A year of longing, of missing you, a year, and maybe more.
I bring a bouquet of roses, each petal a whispered prayer,
To the place where you rest, under the soil so fair.
A garden of memories blooms within my heart,
As I walk these sacred grounds, where you and I did part.
The wind carries echoes of our laughter, once so bright,
Now replaced by the solemn whispers of this quiet night.
I trace the letters on your tombstone, etched in cold stone,
Each curve, each line, a testament to a love forever known.
The roses in my hands, like the moments we once shared,
Their fragrance lingers, a bittersweet perfume in the air.
I close my eyes, and there you are, in the garden of the past,
A tapestry of memories, too beautiful, too vast.
Do you remember the sunsets, painting the sky in hues?
Or the whispered promises, exchanged beneath the moon?
Our love, a symphony, played on strings of tender grace,
Now echoes in the stillness, in this desolate space.
I feel the warmth of your presence, though you're far away,
A love that transcends, even death can't betray.
But tears stream down my face, as I kneel beside your bed,
For the reality is stark, my love, you are truly dead.
I remember the days when your laughter filled the air,
Now silence echoes, and it's more than I can bear.
The roses tremble in my grasp, as memories flood my mind,
A river of emotions, too tumultuous to be confined.
Our love was a tapestry, woven with threads so fine,
Now unraveling, as I stand alone by your shrine.
I place the roses gently, a symbol of love that won't decay,
Yet their beauty pales before the memories that stay.
I whisper to the wind, my words a lullaby,
Hoping that in some way, you hear my desperate cry.
The cemetery is a canvas, where our story is inscribed,
A tragic tale of love, of how our destinies were bribed.
A year has passed, my love, but the pain is still so raw,
I visit your resting place, feeling every flaw.
The roses wilt, like my hopes, in this desolate abode,
As I linger in the graveyard, where your body was bestowed.
The sun dips below the horizon, casting shadows on the stone,
A metaphor for my heart, in this realm so alone.
I turn to leave, my steps heavy, my soul worn,
Leaving behind the roses, a love forever torn.
Answer:
If I'd never met you,
I wouldn't feel the pain
Of losing your sweet love;
I wouldn't feel insane.
But if I'd never met you,
I wouldn't know the pleasure
Of ecstasy's warm gifts
And memories to treasure.
Now moving on with life,
I force a wistful grin,
Questioning what went wrong,
Wondering what might have been.