Your name on my tongue
is a beautiful thing.
Your name is a wonderful
thing to sing.
If I whisper it softly
it's like a breeze.
It's an altar to which
I fall on my knees.
Your name on my tongue
I can even taste.
Your name on my tongue
is so well placed.
It's where it belongs
behind my lips.
When I open them
out your name slips.
I speak it. I hear it.
I praise its sound and know
I'll say it over and again
because I love it so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem