I died for love

In the park,
where I used to dwell,
I met a boy,
I loved so well.
He took his love,
away from me,
then he told me,
now your free.
He took another girl,
upon his knee,
and told her things,
he had told to me.
I ran home to my room,
to cry on my bed,
to my mother,
nothing was said.
My father came home,
late that night,
he called for me,
left and right.
He went upstairs,
the door he broke,
and found me hanging,
from a rope.
He said "My dear,
what have you done,
you've killed yourself,
for one man's son."
He took a knife,
and cut me down,
on the dresser,
a note he found.
He tore it open,
and lowered his head,
as he read,
my note that said:

Dig a grave,
and dig it deep,
marble stone,
from head to feet.
On the tomestone,
place a dove,
to show the world,
I died for love.

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