Here is mine. It's sad, so it kind of breaks tradition, but:
My love lies beneath this warm ground, unknowing, unfeeling. My love, Papete, could not know that I held her for the last moments of her life, prayed for her survival, watched her life fade away. Papete, struck down with an illness none could cure, could never know that her corpse was carried with loving arms and laid to rest in theburial ground by her mother, and grandmother, and sisters. Perhaps her spirit is watching as I lay abover her remains, caressing her tomb as though it was her hair, dreaming of the life we could have had together. Papete, why did you have to leave me, now. I must return and pray to the gods to stop this plauge, though, secretly, Papete, I wish it would strike me down so I could lay with you forevermore. Sorry about the length, too.