In luxurious summer weather
To the countryside they may roam.
Where sweet little birds are winging
Not too faraway from home.
Eager to see the purple heather
And the scarlet pimpernel...
Choral voices may delight them as
True love blossoms ~ who can tell?
Happiness could be theirs forever
In love under Cupid's spell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem