Beehive

I know you'll also be buried with me, What's stored in future I can't see, As all my systems will stop working, You'll be sad for me but not me, I created you just for me and me, What if you couldn't make your place? You shared a lot time from my life, With a precious smile with a shining grace, When my grave will be opened, Leaving as it is my skeleton there, Someone will pick you out sweetheart, You'll find a home sometimes somewhere, You will earn fame and a lot of love, You will build a tomb on my remains, Many will like the tomb but what of, Your suffocation your tears and pains! Alas! A dead poet cannot write a poem, So I write it right now though I am alive, Sweetheart! Wish a happy smile on your face! May someone extract honey from the beehive!