She asked me for the last song of good bye.
Tell me, how could I see her die?
Instead I sang her a lullaby.
Hey love! you're mine.
A glorious sunshine.
A sweet sweet wine.
Sleep softly in divine.
Stop talkin' about dyin'.
She locked her fingers with mine.
Stare at me helplessly with eyes that were cryin'.
Kissed my brow, leaving a permanent glow.
I still remember, she was sighin'.
she knew i was lyin'.
She was actually dyin'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really remarkable poem.....