Tell me your story young chestnut brown,
I've never seen your face, you must be new in town,
What do these darkened ridges on your hands mean?
Normally i cant keep a conversation but you seem so keen.
Explain to me the honeyed tone in your voice,
I understand this absent minded beauty isn't of choice.
Does your stomach feel a-flutter,
alike a fly of butter,
Well I must bid you good day, its a shame this must end,
maybe this time tomorrow i can call you 'friend'?
Walk your path down the evergreen,
most interesting soul i ever have seen,
maybe when you pass a another time, you,
Your journey away will accommodate for two?
Well done. Very enjoyable poem. I like the flow and the earnest feeling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice start, Aidan Cost. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks