Yes it makes no sense...but i'm posting it anyway.
The love of life, to the death of love,
The tears that fall from the lonely dove,
Gliding, falling, reflecting in bitter eyes,
Quietly thus the widower cries,
Then from the grave, letters come,
Whispering deeds both passed and done,
Let it be heard, let it be known,
The mourner shall never be so alone.