Your eyes, beautiful and dark,
I take your hand, lead you through the park.
Along a path, through the trees,
I feel the cold, autumn breeze.
Everything slows down, as yoour other hand finds my cheek,
My eyes sparkle with love, my legs go weak.
Our lips press gently, the sun shines gold,
Drops of rain surround us, my heart is sold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good poem in its lines and spirit.