I have no worldly riches
to bequeath to you
Nor I – any wealth to speak of
except that of – maybe your love for me
Like echoes of a life from the past
this braid – severed from its existence
is all that remains of the maned crown
now – forever shorn of its former radiance
If I give nothing more of myself – then
reailze the full extent of this keepsake
For what time could not take nor vanity keep
was sacrificed for posterity’s sake
And passed on to you in all love and sincerity
As love’s gesture – in remembrance of me
The one who will forever cherish
that braided link of our existence – as one
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