Darling, with the beautiful mind,
create me some magical words of any kind
I'm low at heart today
despite the sun is shining full all the way
verses modern or ancient dated
about love and passion they never inflated
write them, baby, just for me.
as most magical as it could be
brush a canvas, choose a color
blow them into ardor splendor
make my heart go high again
then I can make some speed with the refrain
then finish it, baby, like you oft do
the poetry or painting you can show off too
don't pitch a tune too high, my love
for off-key you go then....
Clear your throat and gargle honey soon
then sing a pretty tune for me
pop in bit lemon drop, baby
then smoothly you might croon.
My hearts a buzz with throbbing romance,
but then it goes off course,
your love notes go all through awry sorry
and you my love sound hoarse.
So sing me a love song baby,
try not to go off key
I'll waltz into your eager arms
I can still imagine your cutest charms....
©Sylvia Frances Chan
AD. SUNDAY the First Advent Week 2 Dec 2018-
@ 12.26hrs.P.M.West-European Time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem