Oh the things I don't remember could almost fill a book,
but I remember those blue nights of love,
under stars when you were my man,
cool breeze on hot skin,
petals of black eyed sues,
I spoke your name,
a young heart in love,
what I didn't know then, when you were my man.
What do I know now?
When love begins.
An old heart in love forgets and lets itself fly.
The rain woke me out of a dream
and I called to you,
I always liked the way you turned to me
whenever I spoke your name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem