MY IMAGINATION
When you are no more I keep imagining the woods
The woods that are without any trees or any goods
I imagine the rivers that are all dry and waterless
I imagine the sea that is all stormy and worthless
I imagine myself standing here without your love
I imagine how lost and all dilapidated is my cove
When life is such I do not want to live any more
My imagination stops and gives sadness galore.