Her head was laid to rest upon
A pink tufted satin pillow.
Arms crossed over breathless breast,
As
They all gazed
down
On her.
A mourning sigh escaped
Trembling lips,
"Ah, you loved her too?"
A whispered voice was heard to say.
"Yes", came the hushed reply.
"I, I, loved her deeply." He softly cried.
"Did you tell her?" Questioning eyes asked.
"No!"
"Why?" In a veiled sigh.
"Was a secret known, to only I".
One could swear
upon her face
was a smile,
before, was not a trace.
