He who does not forget his first love will not recognize his last (poetry)

How does one love the dead-
Make a date with a grave,
Try to get inside their head?
Too late to save

Them from their fate;
Just say we failed,
It's now too late
(How sad, they ailed)

Be faithful then
At morning, noon,
On them attend
Beside the tomb,

Bring flowers there,
And wreathes of blue-
And would, they knew
Your heart was true.