There was a poem that spoke your name
I read it in another tongue
Reciting words before we fell into bed
laughing at my clumsy attempt
to be an overseas romantic
to be something more
There was a poem that spoke your name
I read it in another tongue
"Don't be sad, be horny"
Is what you thought I said
Is what you thought you heard
There was a poem that spoke your name
I read it in another tongue
it spoke of life and death
of not being born until lovers meet
of not dying until love is found
There was a poem that spoke your name
I read it in another tongue
I wrote down lines of what I saw
to words I thought I knew
Wanting nothing more than to make you smile
as you blow out candles on a cake
— Mark Butkus
Oh, this was stunning. A beautiful and heartfelt piece. Loved it.
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