Bobby,
What to,
What to say to you?
I just see you,
See you,
Keep seeing you.
A golden brown blonde,
A belle so lovely
Standing before
With the listening hair.
The sunlight falling upon,
Glistening the tangles of hair
Golden and beautiful,
Stars stuck into
And glimmering.
Bobby, Bobby,
You my desire,
Bobby, Bobby,
You my love.
Your Bobby-cut hair,
Golden brown
And glistening hair
Tangling
The twilight and dawn-break.
During the night time
The moonbeams
Playing with
And glow worms and stars
Getting stuck into.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem