My heart is broken into pieces
I lie in a stream of tears,
I didn’t get to say good-bye
Gone are all the years.
Sometimes I feel your touch
Yet know that you’re not there,
I didn’t get to say good-bye-
My dearest, I did care.
They said you died peacefully
In your sleep, did pass,
I didn’t get to say good-bye
Grateful, I kissed you last.
When I went to see you
My love for you did bring
I didn’t get to say good-bye;
Still warm, your wedding ring
I placed it on my finger
Haven’t parted with it since
I didn’t get to say good-bye
You'll always be my Prince.
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I would like to translate this poem
Simple, a little depressing but optimistic. Good work on seperating yourself from the cliche love poem.