She wore your wedding rings .

It was olive who could not live without you, she wanted to conjure the dead,
She lay down parts of her own heart, but kept your memory inside her head,

Love knows nothing about death but the pain stricken greif that's left behind, unable to grasp their hand, kiss their face, or rewind the time

She loved with an enormous amount, and could not justify such things, she held upon your memory,  she wore your wedding rings,

It was the blood that took his spirit,  tuberculosis left him dead, but all those years of loving him, were never left unsaid,

She knew his spirit was close by, for he was there to watch her cry, his tender love was also strong,  and when she died  it was not long,

Before he lead her to the light , and cancer she'd no longer fight,  but rejoice there in his arms to hold, flames of love,  her body cold,

Their love was immortal and eternal bound, she loved him truly,  and he had found , That nothing could describe her pain, Nor take the love that there remained 

Not even death or absent time in love, she is with him now up above, in heavens arms Where angels sing, he still wears her wedding ring.