Can you sing me a song, one that lasts all night long
and comforts me, when I can’t sleep.
Will you hold me so gently, almost incidentally
and not remonstrate, should I weep.
Would you whisper above me, that you really love me
interspersing each word, with a kiss;
make each syllable seem, like a separate dream,
full of tenderness, caring and bliss.
Would you slowly undress me and - sighing - caress me,
ignoring the scars in my mind.
Treat my imperfections, as though predilections,
that you are enchanted to find.
Will you help me to heal, understand and make real,
the emotions that baffle me so.
Would you set my soul free, but remain the trustee,
that will keep it and never let go.
Will you never deceive me, abandon and leave me
to fend for myself, all alone.
Would you promise to stay, will you go all the way,
though the path that I choose be unknown.
Can we lay here together and stay here forever
and then, maybe, add one more day.
I would live, love and die, say my final goodbye
with you, when this old world fades away.
Chris Birrane © 2012
Comments
jolono | April 24, 2012 - 19:53
Chris, a real poem of love and real life. Brilliant.
threeleafshamrock | April 24, 2012 - 20:17
Thanks Jolono, it's for someone very special, who (obviously) has the patience of a saint :)
Chris ;
threeleafshamrock | April 24, 2012 - 20:21
Ohhh, thanks for the cherry folks :D
Blessing | April 24, 2012 - 20:42
A lovely therapeutic read.
Parson Thru | April 24, 2012 - 22:20
Beautiful. Wish I'd written this to the one I love. Exceptional. Well done.
blighters rock | April 24, 2012 - 22:24
Interspersing hit a nerve, but this gathered pace and resonance as it went, leaving me wanting of myself, tinged with remorse if only I'd been a better man, and just a bit regretful for the mistakes I've made and the glaring chances I've squandered.
Sounds like you've got something very special with your lady and I get the feeling I don't need to say 'hang onto her'.
Still, hang onto her, you lucky sod!
Silver Spun Sand | April 25, 2012 - 07:58
Just beautiful, Chris. More than well done on the cherries;-)
Tina xx
MistakenMagic | April 26, 2012 - 17:15
"Would you whisper above me, that you really love me
interspersing each word, with a kiss;
make each syllable seem, like a separate dream,
full of tenderness, caring and bliss."
- love this stanza, Chris! A beautifully intimate poem with a soothing rhythm - a rhapsodic lullaby.
Magic xxx
shoe | April 29, 2012 - 14:31
Ah, love! tender and beautiful, you old romantic you!