Berlin, they say, is worth a trip <br />you come, go through the famous gate, <br />in La Taverna take a nip <br />where the Blue Angel had her date <br />with destiny and smoky song <br />and where the drink called Berlin White <br />ascended new, and strange positions <br />and from those lofty, thin-air height <br />inept Berliners made decisions. <br />Marlene, we still believe in you, <br />our love can never die or shrink <br />and when we visit our Zoo <br />we are reminded in a blink <br />that no one ever really mattered <br />until you sang Lily Marlene, <br />around us everything was battered <br />I looked at you, with dumb and plain <br />but lusty eyes and sweaty hands <br />you did not mind my obvious drools <br />today, as memory still stands <br />you speak to me, one of the fools. <br />I love you, sweetheart kiss your fingers <br />worship the ground you graced just once <br />the scent of you, it's fresh, it lingers <br />I keep your photo from my sons.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marlene/
