If I had words like Shakespeare, <br />To reveal my heart for all of time <br />Tearing love Immortalised, <br />Distilled to fourteen lines of rhyme... <br />Or if like Robert Burns, the rogue, <br />In harvest fields beneath the moon, <br />I'd liken love to a red, red rose <br />And wrap it in a fine Scots tune... <br />Or if with Yeats’ simplicity <br />I could brush away the years <br />To when being young and foolish <br />Brought us love, regret and tears... <br />Then perhaps I would not feel <br />As Neruda, torn in two, <br />Caught <br />Between the ice and fire <br />Broken, smashed, <br />Yet loving <br />You.<br /><br />Nomad Omnia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-569/
