The smell of the summer eve glares'
It takes me back to times we shared;
You and I dancing beneath the moon
Crickets playing a lovers tune here.
Trees where full with lush green leaves,
Whispering poetry to you and me.
A view from beneath a Missouri bluff,
Talking of passion, love, and lust.
Your hand in mine strolling the path,
Sitting on the deck and looking your back.
Picnic tables and barbecue grills,
Driving and parking, is this for real?
My memory's filled with your sweet love
Do you remember that cogent white dove?
A kiss goodnight under a star filled sky,
Best friends forever, a promise, no lies.
It excites me to think that every year;
Whether life or memory I return here.
We will create magic again I know,
On a summer night in the moon's soft glow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem