The silver band
to me he entrusted
to wear it with pride
and that I will.
The cold metal
assaulting my skin,
and I allow it.
A glorious sensation
comes over me.
But I fear this
will not last.
Plain silver,
simple and beautiful,
symbolizing a stolen eternity
with you.
So even when you're gone
maybe for forever,
I will live on
and always remember you.
You.
All that will remain
is this silver band
and my head full of memories...
I wish it were not so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem