I have no regret
You were not there to share
my moment of grief
I reached out in the dark
for your hand
that was not there for me
So be it, I have no regret
I wonder if I could wish just this
When I die
instead of flowers
You will cover my shroud
with your poems of love
and light an incense stick
to lift the spirit....
From you
I want only this...
When I die instead of flowers You will cover my shroud with your poems of love and light an incense stick..beautiful, simply beautiful.. dear poetess. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant poem of love. It captures a kind of love that understands. Very touching. Well conveyed write.