If I were an injured soul
would you attempt to heal me?
Would you hold me in your arms
and whisper sweet nothings?
If I were the raging wind
would you try to tame me
or would you let me run my course
wild and fierce and free?
If I were the fountain of youth
would you drink deeply of me?
Would you slake your thirst for life
or would you prefer to age gracefully?
You see, if I were a circle,
complete I could not be
without you by my side -
without your support in me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To be everything for someone is to truly love, nice write, Lynda x