I died in so much pain…
suffering the bleeding heart…
My coffin is transparent but you don’t see me…
my only true love…I wish I still see you…
I am so lifeless…
suffering my own presence…
I see through the gravel and dirt…
my only true love…I so much want to see you alive again…
I died in so much pain…
Suffering from seeing you suffer now…
Shall I see through your loss of love once more…
my only true love…I will surely die again…
A yearning for the beloved from beyond the grave. Poignant. I was reminded,rather obliquely,of D.G.Rossetti’s ”The Blessed Damozel.”