A Wish Before Death Poem by kanav justa

Some sweet night, whilst death finds me
where on earth she be, and if she comes to see
For the last time her touch I will feel
Few pleasing moments from death I will steal
No matter how sore that death will be
If she comes to me, I will leave merrily

Embraced within her herself, If she holds me
Gape her through her eyes, if bleak those eyes be
In that small a moment, my whole life I will live
I will ask for something, and wonder if she will give
For the last time, if those lips were near me
If she comes to me I will leave merrily

If my creased hands can move, only one place they will be
Her hands on mine, and only one thing I will see
If the changing time, will alter her whitish skin
For the last time, if my poor hands will win
If in her big eyes, I will still find me
If she comes to me, I will leave merrily

I will look her in her eyes, I will look very deep
Just like these days, if she will make me sleep
If few more moments are found by me
In that small a time, I will exist for eternity
For the last time, if my name speaks she
If she comes to me, I will leave merrily

Just like in my dreams, if she firmly clutches me
Tell her to come close, her face I will clearly see
For the last time, I will kiss lips of thee
Few blissful moments before my spirit gets free
Tasting sweet her lips, willingly I will flee
If she comes to me, I will leave merrily

But if some case be, if she will not hold me
No words if she speaks, and sits like a tree
For the last time, if she still doesn't see
She will still be a princess and I a small bee
And if her sweet voice is not heard by me
But since she comes to me, I will leave merrily