Elena S(*_*) ⋅ 16 April 2015
Would you?
Would you mould the way I walk?
-No, but I would take your hand
And help you walk as soft and fine
As on the fence top walks the cat.
Would you sculpt my words?
-Yes, letter by letter, in stone
Which I will sink into a river
To be washed with love.
Would you take my tears,
Turn them into oasis, turn my mumbles
into sound of hummingbirds?
-No. But with a shy smile,
I will wipe each off.
Would you ignore the scar tissue?
-No, I would observe them careful
now and then, just to remind me
How to keep being grateful to you.
Would you ignore the sores,
Tourniquet my shoestrings,
So I won't fall down anymore
-Only if you'd want me to.
Would you keep me warm and dry?
-Your wish is my command.
Would you let me cry?
-Only if your tears
could be mixed with mine.
Would you let me go?
-Freedom is true love.
Thank you! If my feet
were made of clay,
I'd walk myself to you today,
Show you my love, forevermore...
- Ha! ? Love? Forevermore? ...
Grrr!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The question mark itself spells out the type of love, in my opinion. A meaningful and thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing.