I would love to hear Sinatra
while you play it for me
while your fingers gently run the guitar
and with your masculine timbre
your voice would whisper to my soul
the most perfect melody…
And in this cloudy, gray day
I would love to hear the Purple Rain song
and sing it out loud with you
while you kill me softly…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Touching. Shiela those rainy day poems when we are falling, hopelessly, helplessly into a fancied affair more of our own design than reality are real killers!