Do not regret me
where you had chosen to be without me
Regret me not in this life,
as you did not want to be my wife
when nothing of me you have got,
when from this life I am gone away,
as I could not stay.
Regret me not in this life,
as without me you wanted to thrive
even if at this time you love me a lot,
at a time you did not want me to see,
in life wanted to be free
Regret me not in this life,
even when this words cuts like a knife,
even if of my grave you know the spot
and as a widow you are alone
at my tombstone.
What is done is done,
even if in life you were the right one:
regret me not in this life,
where you left me without strive
from your choice
I do not to you belong,
you did not read my words or heard my voice,
even where my love for you was strong,
so let me to eternity be
and move along.
© Gert Strydom
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