good bye poem

there's one that i once loved so much
daughters of time
in all things not spoken of
with lips blood red and heart of stone
when i returned at sunset
leave the lovely words unsaid
if the red slayer think he slays
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
what shall we do now
thoughts through my head
my true love from her pillow rose
for these white arms about my neck
i saw him once before
do you remember