What A Wish Of Love Poem by Pierre Rausch

Light up like a spark, a battered
Pick up which is in the lot
The plane would be over Europe
It is sometimes necessary
Endurance and instincts
Is that the story he might want
Plus a provision for the price
That's as far as the source would go

What a wish of love
You'll be the one to make the call
Dancing on the street for good, I'll be right up here
And then all so alone
What are you doing here
I actually have to check

And leather gloves off the wall
And walk peacefully into the love
A view of distant instants
He knows, use the same materials, or so

What a wish of love
You'll be the one to make the call
Dancing on the street for good, I'll be right up here
And then all so alone
What are you doing here
I actually have to check

What a wish of love
You'll be the one to make the call
Dancing on the street for good, I'll be right up here
And then all so alone
What are you doing here
I actually have to check