An odd death note

Jing Jing, don't bring flowers to my grave. You are a flower yourself. A one of a kind flower, there are no more even similar flowers on our planet. A flower I did not deserve...

And don't cry, since I wished to breathe my last breath. Now I probably have met Shakespeare, Donne, Byron, Lermontov, Pushkin... And soon we'll meet - and you are whom I await most of all!



And if you don't mind then engrave that s epitaph on my grave, please :
Hi! Bible is the only book you must
Once read.
I thank God that before I spilled in dust
I did.

My dear, I write this note in case I die and you will be interested somehow in me, my death, my feelings. I'll say everything directly - I love you beyond words. So I'm not truly able to say everything in this note! You are the kindest, the most beauteous, the most lovely, the smartest, the... English is empty when it comes to describing you! At least my pen cannot depict you. I tried many times - but... my dim lines worked hard to catch and hold a slight glimpse of you! Though you may still check my sonnets and other poems on this very website.