He keeps her picture in a silver locket
on a long chain close to his heart
until the day he can see her again
when he passes on to join her
He talks to it every night
before he cries himself to sleep
begging her to awaken and come back
even though it will never happen
Her death was not his doing
but he still blames himself everyday
the reaper sent his legions to take her
and there was nothing he could do
He keeps her picture in a silver locket
on a long chain close to his heart
until the day the scythe man takes him too
so he can rejoin her at last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem