How shall I know the depth of my desire, <br />before I pass the point of no return, <br />where delving may turn deeper but no higher, <br />and tempers sated suffer still to burn? <br />How shall I know when I am really done, <br />when winds have bore these ashes long away? <br />How shall I know that you were finally gone? <br />How shall I know? What would the silence say? <br />How shall I know my love is truly free, <br />when lungs exhausted lose their final breath <br />to cry, I know that you were there with me, <br />if just for one brief instant before my death? <br /> <br />And who should leave before their love was near? <br />If love is death, I would it were already here. <br /> <br />August 7 2007<br /><br />David Zvekic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/font-color-880000-how-shall-i-know-font/
