Don’t ever forget to give a look
To my grave laid below the tree
Where we used to meet in our youths
When both from mundane chores were free
Don’t forget to come with a flower
From garden behind my home
Hands around each other’s waists
Across the green carpet we used to roam
Don’t forget to sing a soft tune
Kneeling down near my head
Remembering meetings by the stream
And the moments of intimacy we enjoyed
Don’t forget to kiss the marble
I would like to feel your breath
Inside the musty dungeon I love you
Holding onto my chest your gift of a wreath.
Don't forget to kiss the marble I would like to feel your breath Inside the the musty dungeons I love you Holding on to my chest your gift of a wreath- - - -Very moving and heart touching, .
The ache for love is immortal..thanks for the beautiful poem
it touches my heart..... here i see very raw emotional bliss....... nice metaphor at end it soft my eyes.... it moves me...
the last two lines are serene and touching, they in themselves make a poem.
A painful and touching poem indeed. It seems hurtful words are poured out from heart, though you have penned it very well. I am just wondering why everyone should remember especially after death, why not when alive? well to be frank, I also don't know the answer. It may be the wish everyone long for! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When you are dead all that can be wished for is for you to be living. For the heartache when you have left is pure pain. I love the memories of the past that you have brought with these words. But Dead is dead and boy it hurts. Thank you Tiku