I will model my death mask for you;
And you can kiss my then cold lips,
Since warmly alive wasn't what you ever craved from me.
And even if I never get kissed by you,
Someone else much larger
Will be embracing me by then;
So don't be surprised
If in time, I forget that you ever existed, too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem