You did not fail
Great love of mine
As I grow frail
As I decline
Don’t blame yourself
That I grow weak
Your treasured love
Defined my peak.
As I stumble
And confuse my steps
As I fumble
Speech less adept
The fault is mine
That I’ve grown weary
Oh love sublime
Your eyes are teary;
You could not halt
My disarray
It’s not your fault
That I decay
Your love has been
An anodyne
That gently stemmed
My sharp decline.
Oh do not weep,
You did not fail
That I grow weak,
My health so frail.
I’m filled with wonder
That I was so blessed
Your eyes to ponder
As I was laid to rest
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I would like to translate this poem
Woooooooooooooooooow! Amazing!