Quieted by the soil that filled your mouth,
beneath the silent rows in the garden,
your body began to sink.
In the garden,
thorns tore your stockings,
pretty pail legs became stained scarlet red when they ran through the roses.
I chased you,
screaming that i wanted you to just stand still.
And as i held your thin white frame and looked into your half closed eyes,
I apologized.
I submitted my love to you,
and i said that it would forever grow in the garden.
You didn't have to tear those thin white stockings, my pretty little darling.
My pretty little darling i kissed your lips,
eyes opened and last breath released,
i kissed your lips one last,
sinner red,
time.
I don't ask forgiveness, and you would have never uttered your sorrows,
so as the last few stones fall into place above you, my pretty little darling,
know that my love will forver grow in the garden.
...I love you to death.