Would you still love me?
would you want me?
Would you dream of me every night?
Would you remember me?
would you miss me?
if I weren't holding you tight!
Would you long for me,
would you come to me,
every morning, in every breath,
now that my body's
frigid cold
.......and my soul is all that's left!
now that my body's frigid cold .......and my soul is all that's left! .. soul leaves the body and goes for next birth, it has no death and body remains cold means takes death. Nice presentation. Thanks for sharing.
I like the poem, but must disagree with Alex. What he and you are calling the soul is what I call the spirit. The spirit does not die. The spirit is immortal. When the spirit leaves the body, the body dies. One day we will all be resurrected when the spirit is reunited with the body.
It's the soul that dies first.... the body just responds to the fact that the soul is gone.... it goes cold...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a powerful poem questioning the essence of true love? ...........brilliantly written BA