Stop the clocks

Remembering my special boy.

He was my north my south my east my west.
My working week and Sunday rest.
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song.
I thought love would last forever I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now, put out everyone.
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood
For nothing now can come to any good.