I think I owe you a love song
And you know I can write one
Shurely you deserve it
I've written them to you
To your likeness too
To the person that
You were
Or ever hope to be
I've written to amalgams
So it could be diguised
Maybe even then denied
But I feel I owe you
A love song
Played in an eternal key
It could even be
This thing right here
If you will let it be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Owing has no place in love....except the place we build.....but if the lover builds it.....owing builds a jail... I like what you said better