At the roof gutter in the old Museum building
I'll be your Gargoyle.
Actually I am not your waterspout and still alive
Among the ruins here.
When you see tears in my eyes
You'll be happy of this object exhibits a permanent interest
In the temple of the muses.
[ I love you because you understand me every single thing I try to do.]
-Jim.Reeves-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A graceful poem, unique and poignant. Kind wishes, Sandra