To what extent does love exist.  To the ground they do promise, but nay screams the dagger. Piercing the soul and mixing the tears with the ground that covers the last bit of hope. Bitter agony swallows not the love, but merely covers it with a fiery blanket of hell. He stopped loving her today. Not for the lack of love but for the breath that ceased to breathe across the neck. Lonely thoughts smothered the soul. Spit upond the ground and move the earth back to where it came. Agony no more, cold replaces warmth. All but the worms are silent and the golden heart is now still.