Would you still love me,
would you want me,
Would you dream of me every night?
Would you remember me,
would you miss me,
if I weren't holding you tight!
Would you long for me,
would you come to me,
every morning, in every breath,
now that my body's
dead and cold
.......and my soul is all that left!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
time for her to learn about your spiritual side, eh? -chuck