Come to meet me often at my deathbed
brush your magical fingers
on the carved letters of my tombstone.
Don't hurt my stone, hitting it in pain,
for not having me enough when time gave you chances to conquer.
Dont regret my love,
It's just our fate,a tough test of time.

Come to meet me often
where the silence speaks louder,
where the light fears to stay
where the souls linger around their lifeless body ,
waiting for the ones they love
to see the traces of their immortal memories in their hearts.

Come to me often
Not with the beautiful flowers,
But with petals of memories, and
Letters of love to shower.

Come to meet me often,
Don't let me die even after death,
longing for your warm presence,
in the graveyard of lonely souls.