Down Amsterdam canals
we pedal-boat
feet flailing furiously madly in love
under bridges
and the sunlight
of this soft summer evening.
The bridges
capture our laughter
sunlight and water
reflect our love.
I stand and shout:
'I love you Laura Barnes! '
('...love...Laura...')
You stand and shout:
'I love you Donall Dempsey! '
('...love...Donall...')
Our voices
meet & merge
overlapping & then
becoming one
echoing down
all that evening
all the years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so lovely to read and imagine. The images of two people on the river bring it such a romantic feel. (But then all you write is romantic so I wouldn't expect anything else!) HG: -) xx