If I had you I would not need a door.
I'd find my home in you, what's more,
I'd throw away my maps for sure
And know that I would roam no more.
The walls I seek for safety dear
I know I'd find in your two arms.
No room could keep me safer there
or further from some dreadful harm.
Your shoulders where I'd rest my head
are better than some borrowed bed,
And in your eyes I'm warm, I'd find,
so leave the bricks and hearth behind.
A shiny door that's painted black
or even red, I'd give it back.
I've not much now and don't need more,
If I had you I wouldn't need a door.
A lullaby played on the roof by rain
is a comfort that I can't explain.
Take the roof, take the rain,
Take my pride, take the pain.
Just promise me you'll say again
that in the end the love remains.
For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
I'd give you everything and more, and that's for sure.
For your love.
I'd bring you diamond rings and things right to your door.
For your love.
To thrill you with delight,
I'll give you diamonds bright.
There'll be things that will excite,
To make you dream of me at night.
For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
For your love, for your love,
I would give the stars above.
For your love, for your love,
I would give you all I could.
For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
I'd give the moon if it were mine to give.
For your love.
I'd give the stars and the sun 'fore I live.
For your love.
To thrill you with delight,
I'll give you diamonds bright.
There'll be things that will excite,
To make you dream of me at night.
For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
For your love.
The Yardbirds
And in the end
it is the love
that does remain
and not the pain.
A wonderful poetic with equally
elevated message. easy
I love your extended image Holly, although the poem sounds sad.
K.Q.
Great to see you on the board again. Can't find Mitts.
well ms holly! every time i feel something sending me to my knees, i realize that it must be because you posted a new poem.
that last stanza= down on my knees.
Leave it to Terry to not find a woman who's right underneath him
Now Johnny!!!! Mitts 'n' me are friends,,, but NOT QUITE LIKE THAT!!! Hadn't heard from her in a while, then this a.m. I got an email allowing that not only is she alive, but mostly allright.
I wrote that joke even before i set you up by telling Mittens that you were asking after her !
I had called her a couple of times, and only got a vague answer on my vmail. Thought the sherrif had her.
What thou lov'st well remains,
The rest is dross
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee
What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage
Ezra Pound Canto LXXXI
Hey, everyone. I don't get online very much. I am staying with my daughter at present and still homeless. That is the reason for the poem. The room I sleep in has no door and you don't realize how much you value one until you have none. There are some very simple things in life that you don't always think about that can give you comfort and peace. A door is one of them. It would be lovely to have one of my own. However.....
H.
P.S. Appreciate the comments very much.
Holly, in the first line, I'd change "would not" to "wouldn't", to be consistent with stanza 4; and in the last line, to improve the rhyme, I'd change "the love remains" to "love will remain" or "your [or "the"] love will remain".
But wotthehell. Enough of literary polish suggestions. What shines through in this nicely rhymed piece is more important: sincerity of emotion, and energy to go with that. Well done!
Ian
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 04/07/2021 08:11AM by IanAKB.
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