I met her in a Bar
On Melrose.
We danced all night long.
When we danced slow
I knew I was holding
Something very precious
And I didn’t want to
Let go of her.
But we had to part
I brought home her beautiful smile
I never could forget her
Those beautiful eyes and the pretty face!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good. theme and feelings are really good. But I felt it like a report.