گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
On the highest shelf
Where you'll find she
Hiding 'neath the nouns and verbs and similies
Find a wooden step
Place it carefully
Lodge it between the couplets
And apostrophes
Blindfold your brain
Feel your way for me
In reaching out she's giving far too much to thee
A letter for each limb
A rhyme for every time
His brain guides she to poetry
Read it down the line
Behind my creaking ledger,
Ink stains record the weather
Following her twists and turns
Like a feather
So long as I hold her
And sleep with an umbrella
The freedom's there - I can depend on Magic Weather.
