From point A to point B,
From his driveway to mine,
Out of his car, into my arms,
This is what makes me smile with glee.
He's coming in June,
I really can't wait,
He's going to be here soon,
I hope he will not be late.
His name is Brian and he has blue eyes,
His heart beats with mine,
We're synchronized.
He lives in Washington, so far away,
I wish he were already here,
Then everything would be okay.
Thinking about him makes me wonder,
What would've happened if we never met?
I don't want to think about it, it creates thunder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem