While you are rotting underneath the earth,
Consumed by worms and maggots,
Utterly dead,
I lie alive and cosy in my bed.
But I have not forgotten you,
I still go down to the cemetery.
For what it's worth
I would not miss
Your graveyard kiss.
Dear Love, I've not forgotten you!
Your bony fingers bring me bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ok... never heard it put like that. Very dramatic. Love this composition though. Proof that love lives on.