Laying in the meadow
with nothing to do
Wallowing in my lonesomeness
thinking of you
We're supposed to meet
at about four thirty
Waiting for you to come
gonna try to make you happy
My shirt is off
so I can get tan
For you I'm trying to look
as handsome as I can
I can still smell your hair
as I lay on the green grass
Missing you so terribly
as I watch the clouds pass
Getting kind of late
it's four twenty five
It's agonizing me
wondering if you'll arrive
Aww, there you are!
and not a moment too soon
You look so beautiful
I feel like I'm on the moon!
Walking up to me
I give you a kiss
Holding your hands
our moment of bliss
Strolling out of the meadow
smiling at one another
Nothing is more true
than our love for each other
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your rhyme flows smooth as a river...lovely poem Joyce