If Love shall ever come again,
A knocking at my window…
I’ll serenade her with a song that leads with a creshindo…
My voice will be of Pendergrass,
My touch will be so gentle…
If Love shall ever come again,
A knocking at my window…
If Love shall ever come again,
A pluckin at my heart strings…
I will grab a pad and pen,
And write her while a harp sings…
Assure her wrong is in the past,
And right is where we’ll start things…
If Love shall ever come again,
A pluckin at my heart strings…
If Love shall ever come again,
A dancing to my music…
I’ll unplug the drum machine,
And play her my acoustic…
Deep like bass, her eyes I’ll gaze…
We’ll synchronize our movement,
If Love shall ever come again,
A dancing to my music…
If Love shall ever come again,
And taps me on my shoulder…
I’ll turn all the way around,
Forever, will I hold her…
Forever will I cherish her…
Her name, will be our symbol,
If Love shall ever come again,
2 comments:
Hey man I heard you on Rick Chyme's mixtape: "can't write the book of success before you read one can't be a real emcee before you eat one" verse was dope. so i looked around and found your online presence: twitter led to your blog. Your poetry is beautiful man. I love the rhythm and energy of this piece.
Great poetry!
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