High hours of the night
When you know that I died not say my name
valentines poems because stop death and repose.
Your voice, which is the Bell of the five senses,
It would be the faint Lighthouse wanted by my fog.
When you know that I died I gave strange syllables.
Pronounced flower, bee, tear, bread, storm.
Be sure that your lips are my eleven letters.
I dream, I've loved, love poems I've earned the silence.
Not say my name when you know that I have died:
from dark earth come by your voice.
You do not say my name, you do not say my name.