My dear sweetheart,
I hate to be apart.
I can't stand it when I'm alone,
and I hate when you're gone.
My body turns to stone,
all I do is sit and moan.

Sleeping alone is a bore,
I'd rather hear you snore.
I hate it when we're not snuggled tight,
especially on a cold freezing night.
I hate waking up alone in the morning,
sometimes I can hear you yarning.

Most of all I hate you died,
but I still try to stay dignified.
I took all these things for granted,
even the lovely flowers you planted.
I really miss you honey,
but I'd kill you again for,
all this insurance money.

OnepoetGem