All The Loneliness of Humanity
Stems from the lack of solid gates
This is the truth I bet on with certainty
And with every stolen kiss it consolidates :
The Flame of Youth on my skin
Easily burns away the sadness
The melancholy the famine and the spleen
And the Kisses under the Gates
They almost make you feel the flame
Over the dahlias that shouldn't bloom in May
Not really under the gates but just before them
And you kiss them anyway
The people they grumble
And the people do their best
When they Kiss other people
Sweet under the Gates
You asked me to write you a poem
I made it about the dazzling Happiness
And the love from which it stems
And our Kisses under the Gates
