The music they play
behind the love scene
the soundtrack behind
my frequent daydreams
I'm standing beside you
You've been to war
I'm nursing your injuries
There's blood on the floor
On the stern of the ship
You pull me away
We stand hand in hand
Celine Dion plays
We're making pottery
In my studio of art
In the next scene you die
But we never will part
The music they play
behind the love scene
the soundtrack behind
my frequent daydreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem