KNOWING YOU.
Knowing you,
Is the privilege of my life.
Loving you
Is a bittersweet experience
Knowing you can never be mine
Caring all the same
Knowing you may never understand
But being happy anyway.
Knowing that one day
It may fade into your dust of old memories
And willing it not to be so
And yet knowing
That that is humanity’s way-
Knowing you
Has been the privilege of my life
Loving you
A bittersweet experience
For me the dust may not gather
And it is not because I am young
And know not how life goes
It is because..
It is because
No nomad in the desert forgets the season when it rained.
Knowing you..
How can I explain?
4 August 2000