It's not like I thought it would be
arms wide open and runnin to me
hearts runnin rapid on a warm sunny day
hoping my fantasys turn out that way
open fields and a gentle wind
dancin', spinning, and then a bend
evenin' brings those fire flies
until the moon begins to rise
he takes me in his arms you see
but it's not like I thought it would be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem