While I am here, my dearest

While I am here, my dearest

While I am here, my dearest,

Play no sad songs for me.

Plant kisses on my cheeks,

And harvest the apple and cherry trees;

Walk in the green grass with me

and taste the wild strawberries and plums;

And if you will, enjoy

And if you won’t, don’t.

I will see the shadows,

I will feel the rain,

I will hear the night owl,

Over and over again.

And dreaming through the sunrise,

That is not really a surprise.

Happily I will remember,

And maybe I will not.

Poem discussed with Microsoft Copilot, OpenAI ChatGPT, Anthropic Claude and Google Gemini.

In reply to Christina Rossetti.

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