Song For You

You have not

asked it of me,

but I'll sing 

a song

for you Girl, I'll sing you

a slow tune.

It's melody strikes

coarse and clumsy

upon all

civilised ears.

It's verses form

a bitter rhythm,

The chorus

croons defeat.

Naysayers will try

to traitor you

with their tempting scorns

Of this tune's

ignoble grit - 

"Why, it sings it's song

so dark and low!

Bereft of our virtue

is this writ

he surely penned forgetting

the sweetness of

our righteous tongues".

Perhaps they shall

convince you also,

like they convince

me sometimes too.

This, I can accept,

let know you

only this:

Your song was born

from love in turmoil,

I sing it

just for You.