Tread softly for she lies below
in silent reverence quiet and low.
Above her now the flowers grow
And she can see me
this I know.

In her blooming maytime
She left this world
In youths glowing beauty
yet unfurled.

All that was shining
Is now to rust.
All that was beautiful
has turned to dust.

Too young to lose
Her woman's charms.
To soon to leave
my loving arms.

White as lilies
in the fields that grow.
Pure as the
freshly fallen snow.

No more to Hold
her to my breast
Gone forever
to her rest.

Never to hear
sweet music play.
All I love was
lost that day.

Lay me with  her.
And cover with clay