Let Guitars beneath your window play,
Whilst showers of petals fall each day,
To grace your movements and win your heart
As for each other our love we impart.
May thoughts for good and love become
Stronger each day as we journey on,
To reach the goal of our dreams for life,
For goodness only, and not for strife.
May tenderness and love abound
Amongst pleasures taken from off the ground,
Towards a life of love made in heaven
With tenderness and good around.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 26 June 2004
I love the pace here. You have a great concept for rhyme and rythm and it shows in this poem. Good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem has a simple graceful flow, very well done.