April 2, 2013
April 2, 2013
To those I love,
I am about to leave: my last breath does not say "goodbye,"
for my love for you is truly timeless, beyond the touch of death.
I leave myself not to the undertaker, for decoration in this house of the dead,
but to your memory, with love.
I leave my thoughts, my laughter, my dreams to you
whom I have treasured beyond gold and precious gems.
I give you what no thief can steal
I am about to leave: my last breath does not say "goodbye,"
for my love for you is truly timeless, beyond the touch of death.
I leave myself not to the undertaker, for decoration in this house of the dead,
but to your memory, with love.
I leave my thoughts, my laughter, my dreams to you
whom I have treasured beyond gold and precious gems.
I give you what no thief can steal