If I were to call upon you
today,
now...
to follow me
(your heart)
and be with me
(your home)
and share with me
(your life)
Would you?
Oh, would you?
In me not asking
the question,
do I leave the door
just slightly open,
should you want to slip
through quietly,
then break into a run,
not turning back
not seeing the silent
question pouring from my
mouth?
Is this blasphemy?
me, asking you to let
your life down
and come away,
if I am not God and
am powerless until
you give me the
answer?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope he wakes up and listen to your call, if only he knew how lucky he was to receive the call of love; if he does not - he'd be the eternal fool - I don't believe in unhappy endings, so of course he WILL be there for you! (He'd better be...) Beautiful poem, stirring my emotions, forcing me to get out the axe ready to use it! Warmest regards, Marilese - use axe on HIM, not you....