How do I know you still love me?
It is summer now, turning to fall and
Blankets of snow now surround me.
Given to me by you, knotted in silk
Each different knot and each different pearl,
Together each strand reflects you on me
As the mirror in the sun burns like fire.
How can I tell you still love me?
As one finger so soft runs around each of my breasts,
Like the loving firm hand,
That molds each face from the white clay, from all of the days before.
Your bush of green leaves by a gardener like me, has been thinned
Of it's leaves by me.
And the crown of the tree, the tree that is me and by my roots
That grow deep in the soft fertile ground,
Shows that I'm still in love with you and you with me.
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017
Such a lovely poem submitted here.... a highest 10+++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is it poetry? Yes, it is- - And very good poetry, at that! A very nice write, James.