She knows, as do I, I will go to her again.
I can not give her up. For she has become
me...and I her.
Until tomorrow...or another day...or another
time...or another world.
It matters not where she is. I shall find her.
For she is my love...and I will go
to her again.
© Joe Fazio
(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/again-98/
