Burning Papers-love poems

Lover's thirst

My tears can stream the lovers' thirst,
rivers of lost hope, a plant submersed,
gracefully beneath lover's graveyards,
Rosses and tulips, there stand the guards,

I've buried all types of women,
the Queen and her servants,
the despicable and the innocence,
but you are a woman that never dies,  

Never thought that I will ever be buried,
she carried the bleeding dead corpse of mine,
a stormy night, underneath the purple clouds,
she dug my grave to hide her crimes,

Ants and snakes, feed on my bones,
as I lay my head on ancient stones,  
I held a pen and wrote to my neighbouring graves,
that maybe one day, you will be the next dead corpse.