What can love do?

Can lonesome nights kill?
     They must not, for if they will,
     Dead I'd be before A.M. Three,
     For how long I wait for thee.
Can a yearning heart desist?
     Truly not, for mine insists
     That love for you will never cease,
     No matter how long you're deceased.
Can absence make love fond?
     This, too, I think is wrong.
     If for time my love shan't stave,
     My heart takes me to the grave.
Can love ever forget?
     False this must be, I regret,
     For your touch swept to my brain
     A memory to this day ingrained.
Am I hopeless in this trap?
     I think not, alas,
     For I'd love you every day,
     Even though it ends this way,
     My Dear, departed.