Every Part of Me

I love you with all my heart,

All my soul, every part of me.

It’s all I can do to mark

where you end and where I start,

you see.

Living long in my travels left a trail of tears behind me.

And then there are so many times

I didn’t think this kind

would ever find me.

I love you with everything,

all my weakness,

all my strength.

I can’t promise anything except that my last breath will bear your name.

And when I’m gone, they’ll sing a song

about a lonely fool wandering

around the world and back again

But in the end they find the founder.

I love you with all my heart

all my soul

and every part of me.

Across the universe I’ll spin, until the end and then

I’ll wonder… Could I have that dance forever?

…under the moon and the sky lit with stars

shining down on where you are

all l I love with all my heart,

all my soul and every part of me!

It seemed to me that I had long known your name.

The radiance of your eyes, your complexion,

your fragrance, your movements.

All felt familiar to me;

as though, in some previous existence in a world of dreams,

my soul had lived side by side with yours…

had sprung from the same root and the same stock…

and it was inevitable that we should be brought together again.
It was inevitable that I should be close to you in this life.
At no time did I desire to touch you.

The invisible rays which emanated from our bodies

and mingled together were sufficient contact.

As for the strange fact that you appeared familiar to me from the first glance;

do not lovers always experience the feeling that they have seen each other before

and that a mysterious bond has long existed between them?

I have felt these words like a weight on my chest

until I find myself amazed that a heart can go on beating under such a burden.

I love you.

I love you desperately,




I want you in ways that I know you would find shocking.

I want to kiss every inch of you,

make you burn with passion, tremble in ecstasy.

As I have before.

If you only knew how I crave the taste of you.

I want to take you in my hands and mouth and feast on you.

I want to drink all of you in.  I can’t stop thinking of it.

Your hands all over my naked body; my hands all over yours.

Your mouth, open for my kisses.

I need too much of you.

A lifetime of nights spent

with me inside you, wouldn’t be enough.

I want to talk with you forever.

I want to hear your every word.

I remember every word you have ever said to me…

some with regret; most with joy.

If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country;

learn the language of you,

wander past all borders into every private and secret place;

I would stay forever.

I would become a citizen of you.

You would ask how I could be so certain,

consdidering time and circumstance

This soon?

This late?

This time?

I say:  Some things cannot be measured by time, by age or by maps.
Ask me an hour from now.

Ask me a month from now.

A year.  Ten years.  A lifetime.

Ask me in some other land or on some other shores.
The way I love you will outlast every calendar, clock

and every bell that will ever be cast.
I will love you in every land, on every shore, under every star!

My last breath will bear your name.

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