The tomb stone

A shattered begining, as infanant as the stars in the ocean of black or the sounds that ripple from a guitar.
Our love sprung in ward ,and out ward
We showed it, flaunted it.
For who do we care see's?
Why did we care who know's?
It was our sacred love that we held so close and it will be held for eternity.
But those thoughts of you are dug down in my
mind six feet deep.
A life turned dark and bleek.
As the rain falls and the sky roars,
I stand over where you lye, and wish I was there
holding your hand, kissing your lips
just to be there for us ,and for me; my love
my burried heartless thought.