Died for Love

A poem that got stuck to my head since childhood:

I sit in the park where I dwell
For this boy I love so well
He took my heart away from me
Now he wants to set me free
I see a girl on his lap
He says things to her he never said to me
I ran home to cry on my bed
Not a word to mother was said
Father came home late that night
He looked at me from left to right
He saw me hanging from a rope
He took his knife to cut me down
And on my dress a note was found:

Dig my grave, dig it deep
Put pebbles from head to feet
And on the top place a dove
To show the world, I died for love…