Imprimir We write poetry by Aa Harvey

We write poetry.

If you and I ever made a life,

And time went by and we never realized,

That we shouldn’t be, could we be happy?

Could you and I raise a family?

And raise a child,

And teach the world to keep the language wild,

But never offensive,

No sitting on fences.

Too poor to learn fencing,

But constantly mending the love that we built,

And letting go of the guilt,

And constantly sharing,

And never daring,

Because what you would do,

I would do it with you.

So I cannot be dangerous,

But I could plan to be spontaneous,

And all of our days I would worship your soul.

And at the end of the night I would carry you home,

And make you a coffee with a blanket for your lap.

And read you a poem as you say I need a little nap.

With a kiss we say goodnight,

Each and every single night,

For the rest of our lives.

We would spend it together.

And we would never say a final goodbye.

Only Au Revoir to each other,

With tears in our eyes.

For one day we know this will all cease,

But surely that cannot ever be allowed to be.

As the years roll along,

You’re still singing me songs,

And I write you a poem,

That to me seems quite long.

But you ask to hear more,

So I tell you it’s a book.

You inspire me to write.

It’s called ‘The Book of Love’,

But in fact it’s a diary spoken only in metaphor.

I’ve seen this reflection too many times.

Going greyer now in the bedroom mirror;

But the light never fades,

From the twinkle in your eyes,

As your happy tears fall like diamonds,

By the fire-side.

And all are on your side,

Because you are sent from Heaven.

And I tell you with a smile,

That you’re never going back again,

Until the day that I die,

Because I need you here with me.

I can’t dance alone, so I need you to be,

My other half,

To complete my heart.

I gave it to you and you let me keep a part.

And you never took me apart,

Just inspected my soul.

And I think you would agree,

We are both getting old,

But we’re still young at heart.

We’ve just lived a thousand lives with each other.

We’ve stared at the moonlight, a million times,

Under the covers.

We seek shelter together,

In the middle of the night.

I love it when you hold me,

Oh so tight!

And I tell you don’t let go until the morning arises.

The sun sets too early on ill-fated romances,

But ours will surely last,

We each say with a laugh.

We are both, like, totally sincere,

But we’ve already walked this path,

And we hope with all our hearts,

This will stand for something.

I love what you stand for,

That’s why I gave you a ring.

Then after the phone call,

And a couple of years,

I gave you a ring again,

As you wiped away the tears.

And the two of us wed,

And slept together in our bed,

In our wonderful home.

We are no longer alone.

We are the lucky ones,

And everybody knows.

They wish they had what we have,

They’ve been telling us for forever.

And as long as only I have you,

They can all couple together,

But their love won’t compare,

To the love that we share,

And the feelings we will always have for each other.

Because our love is the truth,

Written out by us two.

We’ve been writing so long,

That the candles almost gone out,

But while we’re still awake,

I can stare into your eyes,

For there’s fire in your soul,

That’s why I love that you are mine.

For the fire that burns and feeds my love,

Is the same fire that burns inside you too.

That’s why you and I, with each other, are so good.

We talk the same poetic language.

We share hearts once so damaged,

They can only be fixed by the truest of artists.

And artists we are,

We have no need for just selfies.

I would paint your portrait,

Not to make me more wealthy,

But just to make you sit there,

And stare at the man who loves you,

As I lie I’ve only got a little more to do.

The painting was finished a long time ago.

I could paint you from memory,

I just didn’t want you to go.

So I asked you to pose,

In the most comfortable of places.

I never say smile,

It just appears on our faces.

So I ask you ‘Darling’,

Can we please be serious?

This is a very important picture.

One day you will see what it means to us.

Remember back in the day,

When I said Your photo’s steal my soul.

Well I give it to you willingly.

It was black then, now it’s gold.

You gave me a better soul.

You improved on the old.

You never feel cold to the touch,

To this man who runs hot enough for the two of us.

I burn at a thousand degrees, to keep you warm,

For my body is on fire, whenever you are in my arms.

And I hold you tightly and say please never leave...

And you whisper to me gently...

There is no other place I would rather be...