Classical Poetry

(a Spanish endecha)

It was till death us do part
Together through thick and thin
Why must the parting be now
We have had barely enough time to begin

If we can’t be together
I could wish I were the one
That had to deal with the grief
As you lay ‘neath the ground in cold winter’s sun

But our fates seem to be sealed
Illness dividing our love
Please remember me when I’m
cold as the ground, and you still soar like a dove

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