A Poet's Ultimate Wish

When I die this would be my ultimate wish,
that no other poet or anyone in history has ever done,
by cutting off body parts to show their love for the one,
they care for the most,
that they can not disrepect,
the dead's final wish,
that would be shamed upon if it were to be broken,
and not done as they wished,
frowned upon until they die,
let it be known in my own words,
they will not be disreguarded,
this would be my final wish when that day comes,
as we grow old nothing will change my love for you,
I promised my heart is yours to keep,
and I meant it,
it is yours to have and to hold,
which you will have when my time comes,
let it be with you always,
in a glass container sealed away from others to enter,
that do not belong there but you,
it is yours to see when you wake up,
when you are sleeping and dreaming,
let it guard you as you drift off into another world,
and dream of old memories when I was beside you always,
my eyes are yours to see of what I have seen in you,
they will show you of what I have seen,
in a mystery only you can solve,
of how I've seen my world in colors,
of a blissful life,
how wonderful it was to be with you,
as they smiled upon your face when I saw you,
and a lock of my hair,
to remind you of how I once felt in your presence,
the softness of my hair,
how it smelled when I laid next to you,
how it was red and shined under the sun light,
and it glowed as if I came down from heaven,
like an angel that was sent down to save you,
and give you happiness in your life,
when you pass let my heart die with you,
let my eyes die with you,
let my hair lay beside you,
to give you comfort in your final hour,
we will rest together upon your grave,
this will be a poet's ultimate wish,
and will shine across the world,
as the ultimate sign of my love for you.