and decorate my grave with her tears?
Ask her not to bring flowers,
but only a little love,
if she wants to see me one last time.
Let her tell the world,
that what I had for her was real.
that I am the greatest lover of her life,
and none could love her the way I did.
For I loved her absence, her shadow,
her silence, her distance, her footprints,
and above all, even her hatred.
I was never at peace in reality,
but my soul will finally know,
that she had a little place for me,
in some corner of her beautiful heart,
A corner I failed to reach.
She will never know,
as I have no one to tell her.
That my last breath carried her aroma,
my lips whispered her name.
And every last drop of my blood
flowed only for her.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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