I’ll sing you a song of your life,
Following twists and turns
To know where you’ve been,
To guess where you’ll go.
This song will be yours, not mine,
Traveling by-ways, blue roads
With but one thought: to please you,
Editing, adding, changing, revising;
Words will shift, but sentiments
Remain steadfast, humble, true.
My spirit guide you,
Your will enchain me,
Until
This song I sing shall be your own,
My thoughts your words
One body two souls,
We meld in my demise.
You've really done the subject justice here, Gary. Nice sense of the writer slowly dwindling, then disappearing.
Gary, Graceful poetics... Rare sincere a condition, with heavenly colour..10......... Tsira
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow great imagery and metaphors - loved it! SG