I've seen a number of people are stitching The Sampler Girl's My Everything which has the lines
My North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song
But here's the line that's not stitched:
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
Read all of "Stop All the Clocks" or "Funeral Blues" here. It's a lovely sentiment, but clearly an elegy. I certainly couldn't stitch it until the dude was dead. He already thinks I watch all those crime shows so I can plan the perfect murder...