The last words

Until my last breath I'll speak your name,
I'll burn the shroud that covers your face,

I have seen you pretty and white,
In the darkness devoid of light,

I'll bury my body next to you,
To see your light shining with soil,

You have always colored my eyes,
With colorful dresses and colorful dyes,

I'll sit by you in every night,
And search for shroud you went in white,

I'll scream your name in nights of June,
Like howl of wolf in love of moon.