A Town Near Here

Long ago in a town near here,
There lived a girl I once held dear.
She was perfect, pretty, and fine.
She was sweeter than any wine.

But 'was' is key,
And it tortures me;
How I lost my love,
To the cursed sickness,
That plagues those I hold dear.
Now, in that town near here,

There lies a grave,
With her name engraved.