How merry is the song that I sing,
How jubilant are the bells that ring,
How do I convey the joy they bring
When my darling speaks his words of love?
Like feathers his words float on the wind,
Bringing such joy, I fear I have sinned;
On this one man all my dreams are pinned,
No greater blessing can I think of
But when he's silent, I want to cry,
When I call and there is no reply,
I can't smile, no matter how I try,
Let him speak! I beg Heaven above
Anxiously I wait while the tears fall
When for days he speaks no words at all,
The thrill of past wordsI must recall
Lest I die for want and lack thereof
And then the clouds part and angels sing,
O, what joy his words once again bring,
I would not trade them for anything,
When my darling speaks his words of love!
most fine rhyming! i DID notice each stanza's last line rhymes with each other. Ok, i CAUGHT your mention of Heaven AND angels; now we have proof positive that, despite your 'naysaying', you DO believe in the great God (as opposed to the lesser God, .....found only on Zanzibar one month each winter) . And i KNOW you are praying for Trump. I won't say WHAT you pray 'for' him. ;) to MyPoemList bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Say, this is getting a little tiring, sending so many of your poems to MPL! ! :)