While we laid on a blanket
in the middle of a field of
Queen Anne's Lace
I knew you'd move on soon
in your ambitious style
and that this would be
just a fleeting moment
in your memory
I knew I would never ever
leave this spot
that this moment would be
indelible -
stroking your hair
and
watching the
yellow butterflies
flittering above
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You know that this is one of my favorites by you. Good one, Dork!