Long live the love

A young girl waits, her boy to meet
Upon their hill, on rough hewn seat.

Nearby a tree, their names carved there
To show their love and mutual care.

Her troubled look becomes a frown,
A head that droops in looking down

Upon the grass where they did lay
so often on a Summer's day.

How sweet the name of love did sound
When shared between them, newly found.

Their days were filled with surging joy,
A pretty girl, a handsome boy.

The hill was their own special place,
Where she once kissed his smiling face.

He'd picked a flower upon that hill,
And offered it with earnest will.

Each day for weeks she had stood there,
As Winter stripped the branches bare.

But she herself no longer cried,
T'was so long since the boy had died.

The wilted flower he once had gave,
She'd go and place upon his grave.

And then she'd let her tears run free,
Distraught that they would never be.

But he lived on inside her heart,
Soft death would not keep them apart.