When You Wake Up Ii

Poem By Herbert Nehrlich

While you were sleeping, little flower
I hold your hand tight from Down Under.
I kept you up 'til late the hour

And I could feel you drift away,
to Dreamland, though your hand held tight.
There's so much I would like to say
to you about us, and I might
just have the guts and all the time,
that's needed for this strange event.
Some day, and not through verse and rhyme,
but to your face, my lovely friend.
I often wonder, my sweetpea
if I am worthy of you even.
I question still why it would be
that you are staying and not leaving.

So, let me pledge my love to you:
I'll be THERE in real life,
with mountain pack and climbing shoe,
bring from the Alps
your Edelweiss.

If I cannot procure you one,
because of lack of skills or fitness.
Then you can just ignore me, Hon,
so take my pledge, with God as witness.
'Cause nothing less than that rare flower
will do you justice, my sweet berry,
I'll make it if it's in my power.
The flower and my love I'll carry.

If we could share a common shell
and live together very close,
it would be nice and cozy, well...
like lovely petals of a rose.

But even that is far apart,
a fine line separates us still.
The answer would be that our heart
would have to be a common mill.
To pump for two and be our own,
so we would never be alone.
We'd share the lot, our lives are one,
two entities now joined forever.
How would you like that, my sweet Hon?
We'd never part again,
forever.

Dedicated to my good Aussie friend Wombat, who can only travel so far.

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