When my life, my world fall to pieces,
when every other one has left me,
when the storms of life bash without mercy around me
and I resist destiny,
will you then still throw your arms around me,
when every other one has left me,
past hope, comprehension still stay with me,
when my life looks dark,
will you then still throw your arms around me
and look with tender eyes into mine,
will you leave wise words with me
when my life looks dark
as if even the gods hate me,
when I have lost all words,
will you leave wise words with me
will you still want to charm me,
will you still love me
when I have lost all words
as an anchor against the fear?
When my life, my world fall to pieces,
will you still love me,
when the storms of life bash without mercy around me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To expect is to house sorrow within yourself. But then life is about expectations. Hugs from another poet! So much food for thought but still simple in its honesty.......Baru Gobira