Love Me When I Am Dead

Don’t ever forget to give a look To my grave laid below the tree Where we used to meet in our youths When both from mundane chores were free Don’t forget to come with a flower From garden behind my home Hands around each other’s waists Across the green carpet we used to roam Don’t forget to sing a soft tune Kneeling down near my head Remembering meetings by the stream And the moments of intimacy we enjoyed Don’t forget to kiss the marble I would like to feel your breath Inside the musty dungeon I love you Holding onto my chest your gift of a wreath.