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Piper at the Gate (If)

by Chris Sorrenti


If I can’t be with you little blackbird
then I’ll write out my affection for all eternity

And if I can’t run my fingers through your long brown hair
then I’ll hold you tenderly in my deepest daydreams

I will play a weeping guitar beneath your proverbial balcony
if only to serenade you in wistful songs of love

© 1986
Revised © 2017


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08/18/2017

Posted on 08/18/2017
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/19/17 at 01:53 AM

Lovely vocabulary here, Chris, and this is definitely my favorite line, "I will play a weeping guitar beneath your proverbial balcony"

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