I wrote to you a letter,
And dropped it in the woods,
I guess the ants ate it away
I shouted your name,
You didn't look back,
I guess, the wind carried it off.

You remember how I pulled you back,
To warn you about the field,
And the thorns amidst the grass?
But you said,You were born to die,
And today, I write love in your casket,
For indeed! You died for love.