Brandywine came back
For the poem
Not for the poet
Oh Brandy
Had you but
Come back to curl in my arms
We might have laughed and curled
And played
Right into the morning light
In a volume of verse
But you chose to salvage the future
By grasping a promise of the past
Took home a poem I wrote
About how you made my heart ride easy
Had you stayed I would have sung
You songs each night
But you thanked me and left
Better contented in your world
With a poem
Than a poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem