Tell me your secret and I'll tell you mine

before I run out of time

I have to go quick, I have to go now

Someone else has to tell you

find the man dressed as a cow

I'm taken away, from my dear love

I know that she's now somewhere above

I write down this tale for my darling dear

I really did not want you to hear

I hope the tales slip from you hands

So no one can read the horror and fear

I hope she is happy

I hope he's not sad

Tell me these things

I will be glad

The unfortunate tale may never be told

but please keep in mind the letters;

V.F.D

for these initials say what they are looking for

They need to know they're still not sure.