I Sing Your Praises
I sing your praisesOn a flattened tongueWithout grace or tactOr grandeur. Not with the greatestLines from the sweetest lipsCould your beauty findA tune to fit. And mineAre rough, raucous, reachingLike eyes in a starless night.Every lyric is longing, Every stanza strainingIn light of your fair face. My wordsAre weak and wastedOn a woman,With whom no … More I Sing Your Praises