There will come a day
When we would no longer be the same
> when wrinkles and creases
like ivies caress your forehead
> when the bitterness of this world
eats you away like leprosy
> when pain and darkness
swill out your features
like this everlasting wave of time
< I would still know this smile, this wink,
this laugh out loud
< I'd know you by your love of little things
< the eyes that are turned toward the sunshine
< the ears tuned toward the fireworks
< the shallow voice and deep words
< Then I'd know it'd be you
< I'd search you amid the crowds
< Then I'd turn my head in shame and joy
< Finding someone like you
<For this is far greater,
> than the distance, the chasm of hearts, aged times,
> and your hatred
> that separates us
have you ever liked an author so much that you wished he/she could be here with you?