Should you die before I die
I would jump into your grave
And scoop up handfuls of the earth
I''d tear the dirt and rave.
My eyes and limbs would grow so frail
My heart forget to beat;
Past reason I would kneel in grief
I'd lose the power of speech
All the joys so brightly lit
Which colors all the world
Woulsl fade so quickly as I sit
As I stroke your matted curls
this is quite an imaginary poem and i liked it very much. the saddest thing it that you have to accept it and the poet here knows that and with agony.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So vivid and so emotional I can feel the trauma of the moment 😪