How will you remember me when I’m gone?
Through a story, a picture or the dawn
Will my light kiss your cheek and warm your soul
Life has passed on for me; it has taken its toll
As you write or speak, of all the meek
Will I be mentioned, thought, heard or seek’d
Will they know of my battle for control?
Over my heart and for the redemption of my soul
I sit here now, in a bed; my body ravaged by disease-I am nearly dead
And so I write to you, my dearest love to bid adieu
For when you wake, it is my heart you’ll have
I pray it saves you, and the procedure goes well
So that you can live to speak of our love-to many I’m sure you’ll tell
Should you feel lonely, or need a friend,
Place your hand over your heart, its love will tend,
listen to my beat, this is my greatest feat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem