Do not cry,
My love,
When I die.
Instead
Of your tears,
Wear the smile
That I love
To see
On your lips,
And come
To my tomb,
If you wish,
And recite
A love poem
Of the poems
That you like.
I will ,then,
Be grateful
To you.
I will smile
In my grave,
In satisfaction,
In delight,
In content,
For you know,
In my life,
I, always,
Love to sing
Love songs.
I cannot
Bear to see
Tears in
The eyes
That I love
More than life.
I, always,
Love to hear
Merry laughter,
And to see
Sweet smiles
Shining on
The lips.
In my life,
I wish
To live
A hundred years,
Or more.
But alas!
I cannot,
Actually, live
That long.
Instead,
Now,I wish
To live
In my poems
As long
As lovers
Read them
To their dearest,
Beloved ones.
I will, then,
Think of you,
Of your eyes,
Of your cheeks,
Of the smile
That I love
To see
On your lips,
And smile
In my grave,
In satisfaction,
In delight,
In content.