Impossible Poem by Michael Robinson

Tell me this love will pass away
is that to much for you to say
silence my hearts song for you
is that to much for you to do


stop a wave reaching the shore
the sun to rise not ever more
the orbit of the moon to flight
and see a rainbow in the night

to hold a whisper in you hand
to break and mountain into sand
turn river flow from sea to stream
and build a web to catch dream

push the clouds against the breeze
flying pigs preached in the trees
tell me this love will pass away?
I'll love you until my dying day.