The sky is blue
The weather so dull
Rain drops on the roof
Like a carpenter’s hammering
My love thinks I want to go swim
But I don’t
If I were a whale I would swim past the sky
I f I were the sun I would withdraw
My long misty arms of embrace
I would have my own world
I would say just what I want
I don’t know how it happened
Amour doesn’t know
It just happened
I guess love can’t be planned
It just happens
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem