One Last Wish

If death prevails,
Who bewails?
You neither hear nor feel.
What a woe to appeal!
Nothingness, life continues
and despair remains.
Will this the end of you and me,
in a tranquilled and resolved folly?
Hardly you would ever get over
my care and tenderness.

Drop, drop; nectar of present and past
you brought both, malady and paradise, vast!
Ever willed zealous, now and after-life,
a solitary rose, love in rife.
Shower, shower; flower and good smell.
Coffin of expectations, there I dwell.
You will never know, never will you sorrow,
but, I have one last wish that you owe.
An adieu and a last flower,
promise, a yellow rose laughter!