As long as the leaves will fall

This is amongst the first poems I've written ; I was about 11,but I love it.

He sang her dirges
since the world beget
and grew the first day
until the final sunset

As long as the leaves will fall
and the winds will blow
his love for her
as an amaranth will grow

Ashen cold
his teardrops fall ,
through lugubrious winter
he hears her call

Rivers he cried
to her grave he came ;
still he can hear her
whispering his name

Under the willow
her penumbra he sees
as tears from his eyes fall
like leaves of a tree

During the first snow
he thought of her eyes ,
lying under their tree
that carries her name

Life for a life ;
she had to be saved ;
he trades his life
for a sleep in the grave

She opened her eyes
and awoke from eternal sleep ;
loath for life was reborn
as the blade cut deep

Once she merged
with the knife ;
she understood
the meaning of life

Demise greeted her again
as she walked to the door ,
where he stood saying ;
"I can give you nothing more"

In oblivion two dead dreams dwell ,
swallowed by the void deep ;
to this world farewell
until they defy the eternal sleep

Their hands entwined
as they ceased to be ;
they left this realm
like a withered tree