Notes

To Beatrice - darling, dearest, dead.

For Beatrice - My love for you shall live forever. You, however, did not.

For Beatrice – I would much prefer it if you were alive and well.

To Beatrice – My love flew like a butterfly until death swooped down like a bat as the poet Emma Montana McElroy said: "That’s the end of that."

For Beatrice – You will always be in my heart,

In my mind, and in your grave.

For Beatrice – When we met my life began, soon afterward, yours ended.

For Beatrice –When we were together I felt breathless. Now you are.

For Beatrice – Summer without you is as cold as winter. Winter without you is even colder.

For Beatrice –Our love broke my heart, and stopped yours.

For Beatrice – When we first met, you were pretty, and I was lonely. Now I am pretty lonely.

For Beatrice – Dead women tell no tales. Sad men write them down.

For Beatrice - No one could extinguish my love, or your house.

For Beatrice - I cherished, you perished. The world’s been nightmarished

For Beatrice - We are like boats passing in the night - particularly you.

To Beatrice, and from her.