O would my love come find me
if my feet were to weak to walk
Would I be all he could see
when the rose is a withered stalk?
O would he trod for hours long
barefooted, would he ache?
to hear the call of my solemn song
and love me for loves sake?
For him I would sail through blood
and climb to the Heavens above
and rise against my demons that flood
to howl 'I love I love I love! '
O would he for me do the same
and catch the whispers of my breath
O how at the sound of his name
I lie on the brink of death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem