May I Sing Poem by Louis Borgo

In fact I 'said' just to conclude,
just for a moment to, 'deem the light switch,
just as flunet as in to 'day and night.

(US) Daring to take the passion,
passive as in the night, to kiss on the hand of a palm,
i played to the fool and rewind asking is that just the spot.

Forward to good sight, blink,
and forwarding the night,
and appealing to end it all,
every gentle scent,
of scent of good night,
but wait there is more...

Fear so deep feeling that of distance,
I was in sin! ! !
Emotion bearing so close for a solution,
But wait you are no were near just to say.....

ponding and left loose,
of a king what should i do but look for clues....

(Her) manifesting tears up a mess up feeling of you,
that twirl like that dear blue fist of fool of this dudy,
and ask where was you,
you of all people should of had knew,
what was so close to of brand new,
if you only knew! ! !

plaguement of spades emblament me like shades,
but yet placing me a shame.
as a king the distances of a morning of a evening
we share such a place.....

(Me) Signs by paint curve into place,
envy of a saint but that due tell my place,
of silent end note, pleasure of shoulder,
wait put it is snowing and like a palm of sand i never put of footing,
and i could say just 'wait'....

Duration of mind mint filling of scented that never could 'wait',
but such blessing kisses is are to awake,
are out of reach.
but what could be more realler of a slow post rain dropp of you
and sitting next, next of thinking of you! ! !

(US)
Saying, Knowing, What should been of us.
Thinking now I just want sing. just to sing! ! !
AND OF WHAT MEALODYS,
ASKING MY Self,
MAY I SING! ! ! !