SHE WALKS ON MY GRAVEA Poem by Alfred Vassallo True love stays for ever. She walks on my grave As she weeps for me She is very distraught She is never free.
She walks on my grave Remembering well She cries for my soul Never says farewell.
She walks on my grave Abandoned with grime Yet she kneels on it She weeps for my crime.
She walks on my grave Feeling her presence Reliving her life Her adolescence.
She is in my grave With me in this hole Everything is gone Now our love is whole © 2015 Alfred VassalloAuthor's Note
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Alfred VassalloSliema, MaltaAboutAlfred Vassallo born 11th April 1956 in Sliema, Malta Alfred (known as Freddie) produced and directed several plays as a semi-professional. His productions included amongst others: "The Exorcism", "Eq.. more..Writing
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