Just as sure as the night claims the moon,
And as each dawn claims the rising sun,
I'll gather the woes that burden your heart
And claim them all, one by one
Just as the tide claims the waiting shore,
And the soil claims every seed that's sown,
With fortitude only love can renew
I'll claim your pain for my own
Just as the rose claims the morning dew,
And the bee claims his throne on the flower,
I'll stay with you, sharing your darkest nights,
And I'll claim each lonely hour
Just as each star lays claim to the sky
And for their theft they need not atone,
So I feel no guilt in stealing your heart
And claiming it for my own
Just as death will one day stake its claim
And over my grave they'll place a stone
So inscribed: His love was a fleeting dream,
Yet she claimed it for her own
I am struck silent by the wonder of this piece. But I will force my fingers to try and type the song these words made my heart sing. You have captured here a perspective of love in such a way that in all of my years I have the sense I have stumbled across something beautifully new. I was so captivated by that first stanza, that I did not want to move on, but relish it a few times over (can I admit timidly that I feared the remainder could not be as compelling as the first?) . But, to the contrary, you carried the quiet, earnest power of that first stanza all the way through. What a moving glimpse of the power of a love whose strength is such that it endures without recompense. You have blessed me with the most beautiful thoughts I have recently experienced. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and change it's to it is. :) bri