Inés de Erausquin Poems

The flakes are floating softly down,
White curtains drape the trees,
The ground is carpeted with snow
That reaches to my knees,
...

He: My dearest dear, I'll tell you true,
I'm getting very fond of you.
Each day I love you more and more
And better than the day before;
...

The afternoon is sunny,
No cloud is in the sky,
And underneath the heavens
Bright colors catch the eye,
...