I will love you 
 with the dust
 I will become
 one day.
  
 I will love you
 with the skin
 that time
 wrinkles and scars.
  
 I will love you
 with bones
 which bend
 become brittle 
 and may break.
  
 I will love you 
 with ears that 
 are deafened; 
 eyes that are blind; 
 and a heart
 that will never stop 
 beating
 with yours.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Write comment. Great imagination, Sharon. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks