Loving you has not been easy,
There were times when it was quite hard.
Good times, bad times,
I've seen them all in your eyes.
And there were times when
I saw nothing at all
But a wall, that seemed to get higher
Making me feel like a baby
Learning to crawl
To reach the you I once knew.
There are so many different faces,
One for anger, one for love,
And the one that reaches way up above
Where I can touch.
Then I have to start again
To reach my heart that you have tried
So many times to open wide.
Like a flower in the spring
Or the bird upon the wing,
The time is right, at last tonight
I will know once more
The easy loving, and uplifting feeling
That comes just like breathing.
But like the flower whose petals must fall
And the bird who travels too far,
The need has gone,
You are no longer there inside my heart
To set it free.
You have closed your eyes,
I can no longer see the face
That tells me
We can't win every race.
Just a voice in the dark
And a hand in mine...
These are the bad times,
But are they yours or mine?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem