One day, when you come to miss me,
And have a dream my face to see —
Be bold enough to walk to my grave,
I'll welcome you with what I have.
More than a smile what I would give,
How sad it is that I'm buried alive;
But don't cry, my love, as I didn't die,
My heart still beats in the tomb I lie.
My world is now dark, silent and still,
There's no light, and never will;
All you can hear is, the cries of heart,
That's so unreasonably torn apart.
But you see, I'm so happy to see you,
As it's my dream that's come true;
Let this smiling face never fade away,
I wish it blossomed day after day.
My happiness lies in your happiness,
I got drowned in your kindness;
But your happiness is over my death,
And I'm counting my last breath.
You must be happy as I'm no more, —
There to upset you like before;
But as long as I'm alive with all pain,
Do come every now and again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a nice write, John. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks