For me to be where you are is in your control, not mine.
Whether the distance be a few blocks or hundreds of miles,
I can be quickly summoned by a soft, warm, loving smile,
Though I may not be there, still our hands and arms entwine.
When you are walking alone through a dark and dreary time,
Lift your hand slightly from your side, and feel as it finds its home
A touch on your cheek, or a gentle kiss builds a protective dome
For me to be where you are is in your control, not mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is very thoughtful to say the least. You have a wonderful way of taking one into a beautiful calm feeling of warmth. It is like a dream.