She stands in the moonlight
Her eyes shine with it
Her dress flares as she turns
And faces her love
Little do they know
Death is upon them
He was the first to go
Then she took her own life
Following him in death
Their love will last forever
Even with their names engraved
In a grey, cold stone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best of the love poems and interested.