You rejoice in my
arms, this is spring,
On the sea, the sun
shimmers,
But will you be
here in dry days,
In autumn, when
leaves will wither?
What about then,
when this world,
Stands against me
to fight?
Will you trust as
you do now?
Will you stand by
me steady right?
In my young arms
you feel secure,
Making promises of
love forever,
But will you still
love in old age?
Will you leave my
arm when they shiver?
What about then
when I die away?
A sudden morning
you find me gone!
Will you kill
yourself and betray me?
Or for me will you
live on?
From My Poems: Twenty Ten
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