Oh Lara, let me tell you br If I may, this one more time, br How much I really love you, br In poetry and in rhyme. br br I see our love more clearly, br Though I'm blind in love with thee. br I hold your love much closer, br For it's yours through which I see. br br Your voice is, oh so soothing br As your loving sounds come through. br It keeps me ever yearning br For the sounds of loving you. br br I feel loves sweet sensation br Every time I hold your hand. br And draw you ever closer br For that feeling, oh so grand. br br Your kisses last forever br As we hold our love in place, br And taste sweet fruit and nectar br When our loving lips embrace. br br I smell your pleasant fragrance br As I wander near and far. br Thankful to the girl I love br For the flower that you are. br br Oh, Lara, please remember br All the things we lovers say br Are often gone tomorrow, br Placed in dreams of yesterday. br br But if you've found contentment, br For I know I've found the same. br We'll have our love forever br And we'll call it by your name. br br br br I wish to dedicate this poem to Boris Pasternak for br the book, David Lean for the direction, Maurice Jarre br for the music, and to Omar Shariff whose portrayal of Zhivago inspired me to become a poet, and finally to Julie Christie br whose image of Lara made this poem possible after 35 br years of waiting for the gift to arrive.