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?