I find sorrow. 
        This lake had taken my one true love. 

    We had,
      frolicked
         and we had
           laughed 

    We thought of the next day; 
			        we thought there would be more days. 

                       But it
                           took 
                              her,

                       She was rendered
                             ashes upon the lake of sorrow.

                       I gaze blankly upon the lake. 
                              It makes me ponder 
						    the gentle lapping upon the shore, 
						         makes me want
                                              to be coupled 
                                                with her 
                                            in time's caress. 

                       I want to visit her blissful corpse; 
                                 hear her laughing in aquatic splash

                       A taken love; 
					       her corpse still resting 
						     somewhere beneath those 
                                       rounded 
                                           ripples.