The wind is making these trees sway
And it makes me want to
Sway far away with you
When I think of swaying
I think of me and you
It brings back all of the times
That we spent together
And all of the times
That we had together
And I like to think that we’ll have more
When I walk through this door
And meet you on that dance floor
And dance like we’ve never danced before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem