I want to erase twenty years,
with just a few exceptions.
Whittle them down to five or six
years when smiles were common,
but not too deep.
I would erase the good times
when you and me were up against
a world of trouble knowing we
would win any struggle because
we loved too much for any evil
knocking at our door.
I would erase my faith in you;
I would never depend on the strength
I found in your arms. I would never
seek the comfort I only found with you.
I would never know, really know,
what true love is.
My future would never know your name at all.
Quite interesting poem..Well written.. But, why does it happen?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very moving words. I wonder about the women who wrote them.