I'd run from the
dead mans curve,
a dead man in wanting.
Wanting her embrace of a
years gone by.
By the way
by the perils of a
misunderstood youth.
If only we were given a chance.
Romance?
A dance?
Trance coming back to
reality
as I exit this
dream,
dream baby, dream lady.
Lady if we only.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem