Troubadour

Oh Troubadour I want to see

You face to the edge of the meaning of the words

“I love you”

So that I can see, we are needy

And need a song to remember you by

Oh Troubadour I want to plead

That you open your veins for the flood of anguish

That pulmates through my

Heart.

Oh Troubadour I want you to read

The feelings that suffuce and surfeit

My blood with anger

At you and your time

On stage

 

When you could

Be a long way from here

In the one of my heart-standing

Missalve to hurt one

Font of humour

 

 

Copyright B E Saunders 2016