Liszt's poem
The light of the sun flows through our window.
You lie by my side
Your breath is low, yet steady
I can see your wounded chest rise and fall
I know you wont last long in this world
But I will stay by your side as long as possible
Your skin is pale, paler than normal
You open your eyes
Your eyes meets my red rimmed eyes
Your lips moved, but no words escapes from your lips, though I know what you said
Your eyes close, slowly your chest stop rising
My cheeks are soaked of the tears I cried
I'm angry though I'm happy
Angry you left me
Happy you're not suffering anymore
All that's left is the unspoken word
I love you
I love you my dear Frederic
Fan made! My own! I don't own anyone!