My Dearly Departed Valentine

Do you fancy me?

Well I do fancy you

Yet such is our tragedy

That our hearts are deathly blue

Here in this stony orchard of death

Devoid of mortal breath

Beauty is ripe for the picking

If you don’t mind digging

Can one be lifeless and rotten?

And never leave love to be forgotten

Yet my cherished cadaver it is true

I am in love with you

I long to embrace worm filled corpse

And my sweetheart of course

 When I dig you out

From your grave

Like an undead knave

Please don’t pout?

Our love is more than coincidence

Even with life’s absence

Say that you will be mine

My dearly departed valentine

Your gaze is that of surprise

Even without your eyes

With your jaw slightly askew

Who could not help but love you?

Your once soft skin, now cracked and faded

Your mortal beauty long since jaded

My dearest, you are so full of charm

Even though you are missing an arm

Can one be lifeless and rotten?

And never leave love to be forgotten

Yet my cherished cadaver it is true

I am in love with you

I long to embrace worm filled corpse

And my sweetheart of course

When I dig you out

From your grave

Like an undead knave

Please don’t pout?

Our love is more than coincidence

Even with life’s absence

Say that you will be mine

My dearly departed valentine

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