I will love you
with the dust
I will become
one day.
I will love you
with the skin
that time
wrinkles and scars.
I will love you
with bones
which bend
become brittle
and may break.
I will love you
with ears that
are deafened;
eyes that are blind;
and a heart
that will never stop
beating
with yours.
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Great imagination, Sharon. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks