From a high cliff above the beach we look down
at the waves crashing against the shore. The image
of love on the rocks.
First I had to decide that I wanted it. Then I made
plans to get it.
She was so beautiful with her red dress and her
long blond hair.
For a moment every thing was right in the universe.
Love on the rocks.
We were different from each other.
I was much older of course.
She was an addict.
She worked as a prostitute.
I loved her without judging her
Love on the rocks
We ran into trouble.
She lied to me.
We argued about drugs.
We argued about money.
Now we can no longer be together
Love on the rocks
Looking back I wonder
Was it worth it to love someone?
Of course it was worth it.
Of course it was worth it.
Love on the rocks.
Love on the rocks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great that you are writing poetry at 70, and nice you have written this as if from a man's perspective. Although not factual real life, I had to imagine him as a platonic (without [physically] sexual interest) rescuer of a much younger troubled lady. I dislike a wide discrepancy in age in real life couples. The title is perfect, as it fortells the obvious ending. Pretty crazy to do this in real life, but life is pretty crazy with tiny bits of peace flowing between the never ending lines of magnetic ink.