If I could be loved, and only by you,
Gone would be the gallows of loneliness,
And the footsteps of despair,
I would bid them adieu.
If I could be held, and only by you,
Then the worlds ire,
Would quickly subdue.
And the shadows of solitude
That bekon my door,
Would heed and retreat,
And bekon no more.
If I could be kissed, and only by you,
Then the bed that I lay
Would not be as cruel.
And the night not as dreary
Nor my pillow as cool.
If you bestow these gifts, and only to me,
And allow a loves temprance,
unto which we agree.
Then all the sickness of a heart
Thats been pummeled and bruised
Would quickly amend,
And the scars of emptiness
Would swiftly be fused.
If I could be wed, and only to you,
Then all of loves myths would surely come true.
And each of our children would grow stong and sinew.
If I could just hold,
If my dreams could be told,
Of the love that I have,
For a woman like you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it.