Bring on the King's memoir,
an obsessive old song.
But gold every lyrical breath,
words for a special woman,
hers, my life with a promise.
Darling, baby can't you feel,
these immortality vibes.
A shoulder to lean,
warm bosom for all seasons,
belly-balm for my aches,
a womb to bear my name.
The reason I fight here,
as long as you're near.
Vowels extra make a gentler form,
strings with the sepia tune.
Ancient sounds in a magic mix,
with the colonial of tongues.
The lines are still the same,
word of a man in love,
nay it's mutual, wrested case;
now tune for a worrying mom.
Missed calls in morning mist,
hands held by noon, no tears.
You can't draw 'em silver streaks,
for I'm here by your side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem