It was on my regular walk, when I first saw her
with her beautiful red hair, flowing in the breeze.
A lovely young girl, in her teens
always happy to smile at me
and to say hello.
She was a little younger then.
Now when I see her, she has the look of a woman
and a young man holds her hand.
I saw them both walking towards me the other day
coming from the woods nearby.
His face a little flushed and her hair still lovely,
but rather ruffled.
They both seemed a little self concious
when they passed by me
and as she said hello,
she seemed to look different,
as she gave me a certain smile,
something I'd not seen for a long time.
Well, well. Have you listened to Johnny Mathis singing A certain Smile?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well, well- one just never knows what exciting things might be found in the woods, especially by the young at heart.