She Died for Love
He took my heart away from me,
Now he wants to set me free.
I see a girl on his lap,
He says things to her that he never said to me.
I ran home to cry on my bed,
Not a word to mother was said.
Fater came home late that night,
He looked at me from left to right.
He saw me hanging from a rope,
He took him knife and cut me down.
And a note on my dress was found:
Dig my grave,
Dig it deep.
Dig my grave,
From head to feet.
And on top put a dove.
And remember this,
I died for love...............
poem by Heather Noble
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