She died so many times before she fell,
Watching him lie till she left the breath,
Holding her disappointment as she flee the earth,
In search of a place to rest.
Once she was a smiling child,
With a blazing future to ride,
And the world at a call,
Life at merriment's peak.
Free of all hindrances,
And born twin to endless chances,
All those virtues of freedom,
Taken with her last drag of air.
The tragedy of such a life,
Ending in hell's pit,
In a world of endless space,
Oho! Lily! Oho!
All she could hear was the faint tones,
Of his every lying soul,
Her weak heart had heard it all,
The red ball lost its battle to fight.
With a failing heart and tears,
She managed to form her last words in pairs,
All she could say as a farewell,
'I will.... Always love... You'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem