Poetry Still is my Love, and Song is She,
Glowing heart-bright,
Shining golden-bronze,
So close to where we started,
So long since our beginnings.
That she still loves Is my greatest wonder,
That we hold fast is my constant joy.
Sorrows and giggles,
Hugs and pains we've shared.
Dreams and fears,
Gaiety and doldrums, too.
Still we look forward,
almost always forward, never straight ;)
Times change, and Places change,
Faiths change, and Faces change,
Minds change and Lives change.
'Le plus que ca change...'
But this is unchanging: Song is my Love, and Poetry is she.
rewritten 3/27/03
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem