Oh Lara, let me tell you
If I may, this one more time,
How much I really love you,
In poetry and in rhyme.
I see our love more clearly,
Though I'm blind in love with thee.
I hold your love much closer,
For it's yours through which I see.
Your voice is, oh so soothing
As your loving sounds come through.
It keeps me ever yearning
For the sounds of loving you.
I feel loves sweet sensation
Every time I hold your hand.
And draw you ever closer
For that feeling, oh so grand.
Your kisses last forever
As we hold our love in place,
And taste sweet fruit and nectar
When our loving lips embrace.
I smell your pleasant fragrance
As I wander near and far.
Thankful to the girl I love
For the flower that you are.
Oh, Lara, please remember
All the things we lovers say
Are often gone tomorrow,
Placed in dreams of yesterday.
But if you've found contentment,
For I know I've found the same.
We'll have our love forever
And we'll call it by your name.
I wish to dedicate this poem to Boris Pasternak for
the book, David Lean for the direction, Maurice Jarre
for the music, and to Omar Shariff whose portrayal of Zhivago inspired me to become a poet, and finally to Julie Christie
whose image of Lara made this poem possible after 35
years of waiting for the gift to arrive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem