The Funeral Affair
The priest said nice things about you,
No doubt a lot of them were true,
A shame that we never knew each other,
It would have been nice being together.
I stood there way at the back,
Staring fondly at your coffin so black.
Strangers we were to each other,
Oddly, I feel like your faithful lover.
Your jet black hair, and skin so fair,
Your cherry lips and curving hips—
My heart was gripped with sadness
When I remembered you were lifeless.
Your brothers carried you outside,
I walked along, trying to keep stride.
Tears were welling from my eyes,
And held back were my pained cries.
Why do I feel this way for you?
Would you have felt this way too?
I watched your coffin descending
I saw your parents and brothers crying.
Lachrymose overcame my being,
And I fell on the ground grieving.
No doubt a lot of them were true,
A shame that we never knew each other,
It would have been nice being together.
I stood there way at the back,
Staring fondly at your coffin so black.
Strangers we were to each other,
Oddly, I feel like your faithful lover.
Your jet black hair, and skin so fair,
Your cherry lips and curving hips—
My heart was gripped with sadness
When I remembered you were lifeless.
Your brothers carried you outside,
I walked along, trying to keep stride.
Tears were welling from my eyes,
And held back were my pained cries.
Why do I feel this way for you?
Would you have felt this way too?
I watched your coffin descending
I saw your parents and brothers crying.
Lachrymose overcame my being,
And I fell on the ground grieving.