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.