And if I loved you forever, from over here
And kept the distance; and did not disturb
Your aura, your expression, or your mood,
And let you roam free; and kept to myself
So you could laugh, cry; or else could brood,
Unmolested soul; by my love, unshelved
You could sleep at night then, never crowded
As any single lover would always sleep;
Untroubled by guilts and plaintive demands,
Only your own worries, to ever attend
No one kissing palms, with your smooth hand
No changing your hours, to make amends
No lovers quarrel, to upset your day
No marital duties, to divide the week
Even in the mirror, one single face,
And everything left where you'd want it to be:
No sign of my love there; not any place-
Could you promise then, you'd never tire of me?
(written to Moonlight Sonata - Beethoven)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem