You appeared like an angel,
every time of my decline,
yet, I behaved like a stranger,
or a fool, sometime.
Now, my soul is buried,
as you go six feet under,
my heart seems to bleed
and wish, you were here.
I can feel you, looking at me,
though your eyes remain closed,
the sweet distant memory,
at the end of our road.
My spirit acknowledges,
and your absence I fear,
growing soft at the edges,
I wish you were here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The ending sentences were very very cute. This poem is very touching.