I sing the blues when no else will listen
Call to the skys while the morning dew on window sills glisten
Sad as I may be, my heart is still on fire
For thoughts of you creates an innermost desire.
Written: Feb.14,2008
I love these short poems as well! So little words that just say SO MUCH! Keep singing as you have a Great rich voice that is so unique.Wish I heard you sing again. (hint hint) Amazing imagery and just a gem of a poem... Thanx 4 sharing Mel... hug. Love Shell
Mel, as Andy so rightly said, this is short and sweet, but with a wonderful message embedded in it. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
desire to be desired, lovely.