Burning Papers-love poems

To the Illiterate

I knew....and I always knew, 

That when I said I love you, 

I was creating a new language,

that when I wrote you poems, 

I was writing for the illiterate,

I used to read my poems to the deaf, 

While they salute me, 

I used to read it to mountains, 

as they strike the ground,

How can you my darling? 

throw me in an everlasting wonderland?,

Ohh I could never understand ,

For all the wonders I've visited, 

for all the women I loved, 

I dictated my fairy-tales  

who are you my darling, to write my own?, 

though I am the artist of all nations, 

Many trains I travelled, 

and for years I wrote, 

but now, 

My time is not mine, 

it yours,

And I have no authority over yours,

lead me, to your illiterate books, 

and to your language, 

maybe one day I can write

to the illiterate