As I lay dying in a snow covered field-
I only have one last request-my dying wish
I wish to see your face again-
One last time
Your smile-your laugh
Your obsidian eyes-your raven black hair
I close my eyes-
And find myself picturing you in my mind
Your strong arms holding my failing body
Your rough but gentle hand caressing my pale cheek
My head resting on your muscular chest
Your soft voice calling out my name
My eyes open-expecting to see only sky
Instead they focus upon your perfect face-an angel’s face
Tears run freely down it-washing the blood from my own face
Your voice begs me not to go
Your arms wrap around me-my head on your chest-your hand on my cheek
I whisper I love you-
And fade away with a smile on my face
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem