my soulis empty and unpure
so now i lie here and wait for death
no matter how fast or short the wait
but if i were to see her before i die
i would die the luckiest man on earth
if i were to draw one last kiss from her lips
id die the purest man in heavan
but if i were to die with her in my arms
id die the happiest man in this world
and the next
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem