This is the very last love poem
That I will ever write
As a cold wind blew into the room
Snuffing out loves candlelight
Can't say I saw it coming
Has anybody ever seen the wind
I guarantee between you and me
It will never pass this way again

This is the very last love poem
From me that you will ever read
If love was a garden
There'd be no one to tend it's needs
No one there to cultivate
Or plant loves newly purchased seeds
This is the last love poem I will ever write
Or that you will ever read from me