We laid out in the grass
Amongst the Spring kissed daisies;
Holding hands liek two kids
Whose love enlightens their mess
Of a life with such bliss.
And how crazy is it,
That we'd come to miss
The hidden and rare beauty of love's routine.
The usual daily basis
Off to a vague, blissful memory.
But I'm not even sorry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem