OWINGS, Mills - From the beautiful coffee-table edition of Time After Time (Library of Congress), here's another poem published in May 31, 2000 because of its unique perspective and artistic vision. While I'm on vacation, honing and energizing for something big, I would love to share again this wonderful piece…

Why should I love her with all my heart, with all my body, with all my soul. Where I can't deny, disgust and beset, all my life, all my self, all cariño y amour.

How will I love her when my heart was soaked with tears and sad verses I dwell with her. I no longer love her that's certain.

But how I love her with all my life, thine kisses tossed in the breeze, thine naked body dreamed last night. Through night like these I kiss her teary eyes, among the endless sky I held her in my naked arms, I no longer love her with all my heart.

From the distant shore how can I forget her call, of sweetest odes and precious lullabyes, I no longer love her with all my life, that's certain from where I cast my last goodbyes.

Beneath the gait of the morning birds, I cast more flowers and dirt embraces.