Everybody's making love
I speak Danish as my mother tonguevery fine English
and I understand some German
and I've realised that the language of love is beautiful
but hard to speak sometimes.
From time to time I worry
'cause a wall of iron
has struck your attitude
and I try to see through your heart
Hugs and kisses have flown
through cyperspace
and every now and then
I envision the love that we shared
though nobody really cared
Do you remember the nights we cried
Well, I 'm sure you do
since your face keeps smiling
though your eyes hesitate
I could have made love to this shadow for eternity
had it not been for the light of the forest
and the calmness of the bay
and the sweetness of falling asleep holding your hand
Since we have words and ideas
we will be able to make love
and realise that the sky is timeless
Love is here to stay
Whereever we are
we will be able to wake up after making love
and see another day
Yes, I'm a Christian
and a Hindu
and a Muslim
and we all share the language of love
So let's believe in each other
under the silent breeze of the city
where everybody's making love
though nobody seems to care.
Poetry by Sean Ryan Bjerremand
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Written on 2014-04-19 at 12:54
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