from far you say <br />you whisper some words <br />of love for me <br />and you say i sit on <br />a bench by the sea <br />so i can hear you <br /> <br />you also say <br />time is the true measure <br />of love <br /> <br />(but you are far away <br />so, so far away <br />i have only time of waiting <br />and everything i <br />hear is this empty song <br />of the shell) <br /> <br />i wait for the flesh <br />of the empty shell <br />but my dear James <br />the measure of my love <br />for you <br />is to love you without <br />measure <br /> <br />shall i be another <br />Madame Butterfly <br />to you? <br />shall i be another <br />heart destined <br />for the dagger <br />of her father? <br /> <br />until when shall i <br />keep my door open <br />so i shall see again <br />autumn filled with <br />fallen chrysanthemums?<br /><br />Suki Nakamura<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-490/
