For Beatrice -
My love for you shall live forever.
You, however, did not.

To Beatrice -
My love flew like a butterfly
Until death swooped down like a bat
As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said:
“That’s the end of that.”

For Beatrice -
When we met my life began,
Soon afterward, yours ended.

For Beatrice -
Summer without you is as cold as winter.
Winter without you is even colder.

For Beatrice -
When we first met, you were pretty, and I was lonely.
Now I am pretty lonely.

For Beatrice -
No one could extinguish my love,
or your house.

For Beatrice -
We are like boats passing in the night -
particularly you.