We died...

Not because our love waxed cold
Nor for the longings of memories old.

Not of the rot of time's decay
Nor the silence of naught to say.

Paul hath planted; Apollos watered not
No beauty to 'dorn our gloomy lot.

I have sighed; and heard you cough
But hearts have nay known love so tough.

As the daisies grew...
This immortal love waned too.