Here I lay
Thinking of that sweet memory we share
under that willow tree
Blowing in the breeze
Our first time was magical
Like a fairy tale, except better
Nothing slowed our passion
We had for one Another
Could it happen again?
When the sun comes out again
Can that memory replay?
For it is my favourite memory ever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem