I love you
If you tell me
Now you’ll give
The moon to me
That you’ll lasso it
Like the cowboys with the bulls
And you’ll pull it in
The Earth’s atmosphere and then mine
And you’ll give
The moon to me
I love you
If you tell me
When the night is dark
And starless
It’s because you climbed up
The clouds and the skies and the heavens
And picked the infinite bright bundle
And wrapped it in auroras
You got not from the ninety-nine cent store in Norway
Ill love you
If you tell me
When you hand that infinite, bright bundle
Of hand-picked stars,
Wrapped in that delicate ribbon of lights
From the far North
That when we’re old and gray and wrinkly
And saggy all over,
I’ll shine brighter than that imaginary gift of yours
That we then imaginary-ly kept at our secret hiding place.
I'll love you
If you tell me
When the sun dies out and winter comes fast and cold
In that particular way winter fastly and coldly comes
You’ll sit with me on this curb
And hug me so tight that the irons and stoves and forest fires and the core
And all those other warm stuff
Get jealous while we
Keep all the warmth
In that familiar and welcoming way
We keep it all in our embrace
I will love you
If you tell me
You’ll hold my hand as we walk along the grass
And pass ’keep of the grass’ signs
And jump in puddles of mud
And slide on slides
And swing on swings
And teet and tot on teeter-totters
And then just lie down
Wet with dew
Messy with mud
Look into my eyes
As you stutter and mumble
A poem you wrote without rhymes
Because that’s how I made you feel:
All tongue-tied.
I’d have loved you
If and only if,
I was still that silly, little girl
Who was naïve and hopeful and imaginative enough
To imaginary-ly take imaginary-ly-wrapped, imaginary-ly-hand-picked imaginary gifts from you that we imaginary-ly kept in imaginary-ly forgotten places back in the time I hope was only imaginary;
Who didn’t know better
Than to listen to you
And your sweet, tasty, silver tongue
And your sweet, tasty, silver-tongued stutters and mumbles
That were without rhymes,
Because you dared say I tied up that sweet, tasty, silver tongue of yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Long but a well-penned poetry, truly enthuse something of substance that keeps life exciting!