Love is dead
Corpse of love, love is buried
Memories that love carried
Called a devil without emotions for I hate to be reminded
My heart, a home of pain
Pain turned to be a treasure
For! It's the only thing that reminds me of you
After all the garbage you put me through
I always thought I loved you, but I never
I'm not cruel but however
You're more than welcome to the memorial service
Love is dead
Phineas Molale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-dead-7/
