She wore flowers in her hair
Against hazy winter skies
He acknowledged beauty there
As seen only through his eyes.
She touched cool wind with outstretched arms
And a relinquished tender heart.
He watched her standing near the edge
But their journey kept them apart.
Fly by me on gold green wings
Against a crimson sky
Bow your head as angels sing
And wait for time to pass us by.
She held him softly in her troubled mind
For she knew she had his love,
He grasped her hand and holding tight
He pulled her from above.
She fell into his arms,
And collapsed against his chest
She begged him to confirm
And to what he would attest.
He whispered softly against
Her lips a soft forbidden tale,
Of passing time, and starlit skies
And of love that would not fail.
Fly by me on gold green wings
Against a crimson sky
Bow your head as angels sing
And wait for time to pass us by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written...keep it up :)