Love, a rough cable of steel
anchored in flesh, to bind
Two hearts together as one.
We shudder with the pull
of forces that want at times
the structure undone.
The cable, older than life
has never failed neither with
age nor force nor rust.
Our flesh grows soft and
cry we in pain as the burden
grows, as always it must.
But never can we relent
and admit some possibility,
that of ripping us apart.
We smile to each other
as time allows us pleasure
and grants us one heart.
If ever apart, through
dark forces that transcend us;
with a future not hailed
Could we hide from our
weakness, while telling one another:
The cable simply failed?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem