Where art you now where have you gone?
For I feel so alone,
Your image fades where sunlight shone,
Upon your resting stone.
The church bell tolls for love is lost,
At empty fields I stare,
What price my heart what will it cost?
To see you standing there.
I read the names that are engraved,
In loving memory,
Of all those who could not be saved,
And soon it shall be me.
I know as in your grave you lie
Beneath the twisted yew,
That truest love shall never die
I'll always care for you.
For I am certain while you sleep
My pain shall not be gone,
As on your stone I gently weep
Somewhere your soul lives on.
So rest in peace as I must leave
Though hurt shall not refrain,
For you my love I'll always grieve
Until we meet again.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-art-you-now/
