Saw a nice poem. told myself this is the poem i want read on my eulogy.
 a poem which Pablo Neruda wrote for his wife.

SONNET 89 by Pablo Neruda (1904 - 1973)

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands To pass their freshness over me once more: I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.

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