We did not exactly know  when our love began,

We only feared its end with the dimming of the sun;

There was a time when our love was not for us to see,

Why then should you weep if in death it ceases to be?

If in my chilly bed I forget what I am and our vows of forever,

What Life and Love can I speak of or remember?

If in my grave it matters not that I am gone,

Why weep for me at the setting of the sun?

Life comes and goes

Like the fragrance of the rose;

In Life I labored searching for happiness,

Only to come up with emptiness.

I had seen the sun thawing the winter shield of snow

Cracking the heart of a seed for the little life to show;

I  had seen  rosebushes eagerly climbing for the sun

Dreaming of more blossoms when day is done.

Under the blanket of snow where I lie,

My body of clay rests in a region of sighs;

No more can I drink with you eyes for eyes,

No more can I revel in the glory of the sunrise.

But the healing rays of the Greater Power shall melt my  blanket of snow,

Redemption from darkness –Eternal Life –  a  promise I believe to be true;

From flesh to dust, from one world to the other,

This Greater Someone is  reinventing me for the Hereafter.

So, weep no more for flowers plucked in summer:

Soft rains and tears  sweeter than smiles can’t restore them forever;

Let Death be the bridge from me to you  under the sunny sky

Of the love we shared, for Death to defy.

If I die and you miss me with your whole body and soul,

Let it be: the verdict is irreversible and non-negotiable.    ###