Peter Wallner wrote a creepy poem in tribute to his wife which he printed on an invite to guests at her memorial service at the hotel in London she had worked at:

You brought me trust you brought me tears

In one tender touch the pain disappears

I have been to the sword seen it come seen it die

As we enter the dark I beseech you to try

In prophecy all good things must end

So take care my love my friend

This yielding is fine this promise rare

One day at a time we've agreed to dare

Holding you tight with wide open arms

I'm letting you go no stranger to harm

Go on ride your way do not break or bend

Just take care my love my friend