(Originally written 2009)
Show me a memory, a blissful thought,
A vision of thine angelic features,
Speak to me kind words, of happiness wrought,
A melody of wisdom and rapture.
Before from this world I sadly depart,
For even now I hear the death bell's toll,
Ringing my life, and you, my love, apart,
And I have to leave to answer its call.
When such time comes and your eyes read these lines,
I leave it up to you to remember,
Not the tempests, or all the troubled times,
But the times of bliss we shared together.
For I know well, to us, life has been cruel,
And in a crueler way I foresee my death,
Let the moments of our bliss be fuel,
Let your smiles upon the grave be my wreath.
Let the twilight on which I breathe my last,
Forever be remnant of our days past.
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