Twas one year ago
More or less by a day
I stepped in through the door.
There she stood alone,
A statue of beauty fair
A tear slowly made it’s way
Down her alabaster skin.
Her eyes were red
From holding back
Flood waters in a dam
Of will power. Her hands
Soft as white roses
Held her face
For a moment’s time
I slowly stepped forward.
I touched her hair,
Wiped off a tear,
And gazed into her eyes.
“All is well, ” I said.
“I’ll stay as long
As you may ask of me.
“Just leave.” she said,
Like everyone else
Has left me in time.”
And yet I stayed
Without a word,
an hour at her side.
She questioned not
My humble act
But sat in peace,
No longer alone,
But still incomplete.
And so I asked.
“What can be done
By any man,
to heal your broken spirit? ”
“Love me! ” she cried
And fell on knees,
Begging at my feet.
I did reply,
“My love was yours
from the moment
When I came
and joined you here
to comfort you a while.”
One last tear fell,
Down to meet the corner
Of her alabaster smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem