My friends poem

Black roses in her hair
Sweet smells in the air
He's dead, she keeps
telling herself, sometimes
it can't be true

How can it be?
How can he be dead and alive?
Why can't she see him?
Why does he hide?

Do we really knows he's dead?
yes
His body is there, in the casket
yet she knows she can feel him
She can remember his kisses
and his smile, so sweet

His breath on her check
his arms around her
he's dead, she knows
but, he'll always be in her heart

but, to know he still loves her
stops her from loving again
She'll love him and only him
FOREVER