I'm in the mood for writing songs
cause I'm a shipwreck in your hair
trying to steer a course, gentle and fair.
I'm in the mood for singing blues songs
remembering the years in the dark
till it was, I, rambled-lost into your heart?
Yes, I'm in the mood for a sad song,
but-my-siren yours is all I want to hear
my heart and soul are like a fish in your creel.
And darling-isn't that why the sea squeals
oh, darling-isn't it why a storm screams?
And darling-isn't that why I go weak at the knees?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are in nice mod of penning poems of greater worth and now you are in mood of singing. Remembering the years in the dark still you keep light in heart. This poem is beautiful poem expressed with wonderful thought...10