Will you think of me?(not done?)

Will you think of me after I'm put into the icy cold dirt? Will you come bearing flowers, wearing black like all the widows that sulk at the tombs of their loved ones ...Will you kneel  before my grave and shed tears of sorrow, of love lost, of love that was never really found.. Will you weep in the night at your bedside, wishing to hold me once more.. will you still love me even after our last goodbye? Will you be able to stand before me and tell me that you never gave up on our love when we meet again on the golden glory of heavens hues...It pains me to leave you, but it gives me joy to have loved you.. So when all hope was lost you was my safeguard, my king, my love, my life.. I would have loved nothing more than to spend the rest of my days living at your side, giving you my heart and soul.