Someday I’d like to marry you
And wear white like I was meant to
Someday I’d like to marry you
And I will carry peonies.
I’d wear a dress a shade of pink
And oh, what would my mother think
Perhaps I’d float instead of sink
If I could carry peonies.
Maybe in a garden in the spring
Or in a church and everything
I wouldn’t care, I’d resign to sing
Were I to carry peonies.
I’ll wait through sun and rain and snow
Through the dark of night and morning’s glow
So patiently, for someday I know
That I will carry peonies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem