At The End Of March Poem by Eduard Alexandru Popescu

If I died for you
At the end of March
When all flowers have taken their toll
Yet their treacherous curse is still far away
Would you shed a tear for me
Or at least come and my see my tombstone
At every change of season?

Now if I died on that very day
In which my eyes lost their shutter
Would you go blind
In memory of the sight I lost for you?

I don't ask for much; just
Every time you miss me, cry, just a tear
Then take it to my time-beaten grave
So I may sail away to another life
On the river of your tears

But do this
Only if I die at the end of March..