to make you feel my love, she said, I would
walk a hundred miles of broken highway
over glass and burning coals barefoot;
to the ends of the earth to borrow wings
from icarus and daedalus, don them
and fly to sister moon or brother mars.
to make you feel my love, she sang, I would
sail frozen seas and fast in burning sands . . .
to feel your love, I reply, I need you
only to walk over here and hold me
this moment, this hour, this evening, this night.
to feel your love, I reply, I want you
to accept me as I am, as I do
you, and overlook faults we all surely show.