i'd be in your city
if i knew which it was
i'd serenade you in your street
if i knew which it was
i'd be in your patio
if you had just looked my way
i'd be your lover
if i had asked you your name.
inspried by the e-mail titled 'id be in your city'...lol....
How could have I missed this- merci and perhaps there indeed was a lover that had spread a diaphanous net of affection all over the place, I walked on clouds in 'Gloria Jeans'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
read again for similar reason :)