Love, we're going home now, <br />Where the vines clamber over the trellis: <br />Even before you, the summer will arrive, <br />On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom. <br /> <br />Our nomadic kisses wandered over all the world: <br />Armenia, dollop of disinterred honey: <br />Ceylon, green dove: and the YangTse with its old <br />Old patience, dividing the day from the night. <br /> <br />And now, dearest, we return, across the crackling sea <br />Like two blind birds to their wall, <br />To their nest in a distant spring: <br /> <br />Because love cannot always fly without resting, <br />Our lives return to the wall, to the rocks of the sea: <br />Our kisses head back home where they belong.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-we-re-going-home-now/
