How 'Heavy' must it grow for you.
And each time you hold it opens more.
I can not bring my self to tell you when.
But when it's so very heavy and you know.
Yet in my heart I know you will take my hand.
And as the days they slowly come and go.
When that time comes you will move quickly.
So full and how much 'Heavier' must it grow.
s.t.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Raw material for a villanelle, I think! Regards, Cal