My lover has disappeared from hellopoetry
Another poet has died and it's such a shame to see
That this love of mine has no more for me to read
As he comes home from work to curl up next to me
His heart is filled by the warmth of mine
Though he no longer writes he'll be certain to shine
As my beautiful man with words that don't rhyme
But are just as sweet as the reddest glass of wine
He may no longer write but I will write every line
For him and his love until the end of time