And who will be there
When I will lay lifeless
In the cold floor of my den
And who will hold my hand
When I will no longer breathe
And I will turn into a dead man
And who will be there
When I will stop singing
And my voice will fall silent
Leaving you I will go away
But my raw love for you will
Remain always fresh and vibrant
Death is not a matter. Love motivates mind to live. Fresh love sings and dances with glorious beauty. This poem is excellently penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you will become a GOVS RESPONSIBILITY WHY WORRY U WON'T EVEN KNOW IT I am in QUE TOO