viernes, 15 de junio de 2012

I too

I've come all this way eager for you,

without shoes or shawl.

I want you to laugh, to kill all your worries.

to love you, to nourish you.

Oh sweet bitterness,

I will soothe you and heal you.

I will bring you roses.

I too have been covered with thorns.


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