To Get To You
If there were a bridge
I had to cross
Above the cliffs and water blue
I would cross and all fear hide
To find my way to you
Though weak and brittle it may be
I would never falter
It may swing and creak and sway
My love for you
It would not alter
I may slip and I may fall
Unto a certain death
For this I've no concern
I'll keep crossing
To get to you
Until I take
My last breath
Neva Flores 2009
If there were a bridge
I had to cross
Above the cliffs and water blue
I would cross and all fear hide
To find my way to you
Though weak and brittle it may be
I would never falter
It may swing and creak and sway
My love for you
It would not alter
I may slip and I may fall
Unto a certain death
For this I've no concern
I'll keep crossing
To get to you
Until I take
My last breath
Neva Flores 2009
3 comments:
You have a chosen a most perfect image to accompany your poem! Cool!
THIS SAYS PERFECTLY WHAT THE EXPERIENCE OF A FAR AWAY LOVE IS--EXPRESSED IN SUCH BEAUTIFUL IMAGES--THANK YOU NEVA-
A beautiful picture Neva, and so well set to your poem.
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