Would you recognize me
if we were to part?
Could you see me
as I was before
the Earth took it's toll
upon me?
This is the way I must
feel forever...if our
love is to survive. Teach
me to love you
through out time by
treating me as if I were
the youthful gazelle
I know that I was long ago.
Copyright 12-26-2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No, Sarah, if he should teach you to love him, then he should treat you as you are now, after the earth has taken its toll on you, each inch of your body a word in the dictionary of your experiences, a reflection of the vast mountains in your soul.