I tried to put the sun in a box this morning
But I didn’t know your address
Your voice is like the Sirens
Your skin is my scapegoat
I blame you for this beautiful disaster
Fate pulled some strings for this one
I must have done something good
Because now all I see is you
I’ve been waiting all my life for this
And you came just in time
I’d give up that beautiful place for you
I’d give up that materialistic paradise for you
This love is sweet like your serenade
My knee will kneel twice for you
I will ask for your hand to be mine
I will offer you my pile of dirt
You are my beautiful blackbird
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is such a sweet peice, well written. the sentiment plays a smile upon my lips and lights a warmth within my heart.