(this poem is about a wooden bridge on which two lovers meet every night)
Sharing the burden, Of a waiting heart. I feel her tears And their warmth. Alone in the night, She stands for hours. Stamping me sometimes, Sometimes gazing at the stars. She refuses to talk, When he is late. Leaves me wondering, The purpose of the wait. But here romance is born Pure as moonlight, When she lies in his arms And they dance away the night. Dawn parts them with a kiss, And a promise to meet again. Even if the sky is dark. Or they have to dance in the rain.
There she stands A mile away. As beautiful as ever. Holding her silence, Saving her words. Almost a whisper, that only the wind can hear. She knows my name. I know her fragrance. I can feel her touch On my soul, saving me From who I was before. She never asked for my love, But that is all I have to give. I see truth in her eyes, In me she believes. The horizon changes And stars disappear. The sunset is somber, As the sky cries my tears. But she is still there. Standing a mile away, As beautiful as ever.