I would wrap myself around you,
And hold tight,
I would fight,
For my life.
Beyond hate,
And doubt,
And fate.
And I could rot,
Beyond help, beyond hope,
Beyond thought.
If I could lie,
If I could open my mouth,
And not rip my tongue out,
With falsehoods and shame.
I would tell you,
Beyond doubt,
That I don't know how to,
Love,
Play your game.
But I cannot,
Lie,
Count the times,
That YOUR name,
Has jumped to my lips,
In moments of ecstacy,
And bliss.
And my lips,
Those which utter such putrid,
Beautiful things,
Those you kiss,
They would sing,
A Song Of Rememberence.
Of a kiss,
Or a word,
Spoken only to you,
Through,
My lips alone.
A word,
My mouth was its home,
Until it escaped to your,
Ears,
Bringing tears.
But not nearly as many,
As hearing Her,
Speaking my word.
It lingers,
On whiskey bated breath,
With rust aroudn the edges.
Dont touch!
But My Lips,
Those which,
Spill nothing but pain,
And secrets,
Sing,
A Song of Rememberence.
A kiss,
Something to miss,
Whithout which,
Life wouldnt be worth the living...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
direct from heart. nice poem.