You have written a good poem regarding the word famous monument of love, the Taj Mahal, built by the emperor Shah Jahan for his beloved wife Mumtaj.
The crux of this event is in the following--
And then I died and you,
Mourned for me and cried,
You wept and sobbed and grieved,
And in lonely nights, sighed
Remembering your vows to me,
You then swept the tears aside,
Calling world's best craftsmen,
You planned an edifice for me.
--M C Gupta