I wanna be your final word
When your troubles do mount,
And not just a password
Of your email account;
A face you would own
All the blames to take,
And not a pendant alone
Hanging by your neck.
Your devils that tame
I wanna be the fist,
And not just a name
Etched on your wrist;
A song that makes you sleep
And all your pain mends,
And not your everyday gossip
Among fair weather friends.
Take me in your heart baby
Through all your odd hours;
Not just in your flight of fancy
Amid ivory towers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ow-some! obviously a love poem. very good rhythm. impressed..