At first I thought it was a game
Dare never-mind to blame
My heart knew no-name
That 11th late with flame
Please don't see me too concieted
My heart have felt yours and decided
From that 11th...7 to half nine
Thoughts gave me no sign
I wanted to sing with you this song
But birds did it so strong
Keeping it short and not long
11th- 7...30 before ten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely done.....a beautiful song thanks