Walking near the river

(Here is what I call love song. Love lead people to death. It is only a creation ok!)

I walk near the river
Thinking of you
I never told you
I loved you
Now you are gone

I walk near the river
And see my fears
Beeing reality

I'm gone to the river
People will cry and weep
You let me such bitter feeling
To be nothing

At that beautiful morning
A walker found me dead
Your heart remember me well
But I have ceased to live