If you'd have me
I promise
Rain, hail, sleet or snow
I'll stand by you
Till the sky would fall
For with you
Storms would seem nice
The moon, really hollow
And the sun who blinds me
Would be you, the one I love
Even if in the end
There would be nothing
Left of me, but ashes.
If you won't have me
I still promise
That I'll wait
All my life
Till the end of time:
Till the last painted leaf
Falls from the painted tree
I think I'll be waiting for a long time
With the sort of hope
That a child has,
With the kind of loneliness
That doesn't leave your heart
I don't think I can help it.
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A Piece Of My Heart: Poetry and More
PoetryFalling in love is a process. So is falling out of it. This collection of mine has been written slowly over the years. It contains not only poems, but little tidbits, snippets from my diary, musings, and philosophies of what love is and of how love...
