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
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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! ! ! !
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
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, .