💞When I die, do not tell anyone it was for you.❤✨💕💝

💞When I die, do not tell anyone it was for you.❤✨💕💝

💖When I die,

do not tell anyone it was you. 

Cover my cold body with one of these sheets 

that we flooded with kisses when it was other hours 

the watches of the world and there were not even those who knew 

of us;

and then takes you to the sea where you can 

to be just another poem

- like the ones I wrote 

as soon as dawn fell on the windows and I 

I was afraid to lay down with your shadow.

Leaves 

that in my arms then the birds (which, like me, 

bring between the feathers the nostalgia of a loaded summer 

of passions).

And plant around me a row of roses 

white bees that call for bees,

and a string of trees 

that pierce the night

- because death must be clear 

like salt in the sheath of waves,

and blindness always 

scared me (and I've blinded you with love, but do not tell me) 

to anyone that was for you).

When I die, let me 

to see the sea from the top of a rock and not 

touch with your lips my cold mouth,

And promise me 

that you rip my verses into pieces so small 

how small were my hates;

and then 

the spears in the solitude of an archipelago and parts without looking 

back no time:

if someone sees them from afar shining 

in the dust,

he will see that they are flowers that the wind has undressed,

stars 

who have escaped the darkness,

raindrops,

tears of the sun, 

or feathers of an angel who lost his wings for love. 💞❤✨💕