Weary looking but with a small smile she told me, About the poem she wrote for him.
Beautiful it was. That's how it went: 'My dearest betrayed me, But now I have no qualms about him. The barriers around him fell down, And now I finally understand him. It is only now that I understand, that I truly did love him.'
I complimented of course, And she smiled upon me as she told me.
'Oh if only had I had time to write and realise something like this before, He might still be alive.'