Love dies,
as a dying man
she falls ill, lies, ails
looks for a cure, hopes
gets better and gets worse again
she can get sick suddenly
or the illness slowly progresses
and before the very end, usually
she raises to her feet and stands up
to shine with all of her force
from the good times
it looks as if healed
and then she dies, vanishes
finally and completely
eventually,
the man who carried her
buries his love inside himself
and mourns over the body
Almost all of us
carry inside
several graves of this sort
EN 
MK