WHEN I DIE
When I die,
If I could come back as anything
it would be as your tears.
How could I want more than to be conceived in your heart,
born in your eyes,
live on your cheeks
and die on your lips.
Wouldn't that be grand to feel that way?
When I die,
If I could come back as anything
it would be as your tears.
How could I want more than to be conceived in your heart,
born in your eyes,
live on your cheeks
and die on your lips.
Wouldn't that be grand to feel that way?
I found this written on a piece of paper in between a book I was reading when clearing my study room the other weekend but I can't remember who I wrote it for. Perhaps this one person I was so deeply in love with. Unfortunately our relationship wasn't long for me to be reborn as the person's tears.
But fortunate for me, now I have met someone who is far more superior in terms of sharing love and life with me for the past 5 years. I dedicate the poem above to this one person who will remain always in my heart, now and forever.
I love YOU.
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