What`s a poem
But a lie,
What`s a dream
If not unreal,
What`s a hope
Barely a wish.
These words,
They are no poetry
Nor dream, nor hope
Not even wish
These words,
They are a promise
That will stand
Throughout the years.
I´m not a knight
In shining armor
Nor a philosopher
I am but what
You see right now,
The man who
Stands before you,
Enamored.
At parties
I will not be
The better dancer,
At meetings
I will forget
My manners,
But in my heart
You will forever be
My goddess.
And I may not
Dress nicely every day
Nor be so fine
To use perfume
But when the world
Falls down and shatters
I will protect
My dear.
And I will love you
Till the end
Poor and honest
As I am
If you just let me
Be your man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true and honest. Exposed but accepting. Such a love must be acknowledged and appreciated!