Remember me as I was
Not by this molting flesh
Time has scouraged with despair
Ill-used beyond repair
Once this brow and blushing cheek
Would radiate with light
That the evening lamp would dance with moths
Chaperoned by delight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think about you every day, as you are... You really are an exceptional fellow.