Across the ocean.
Across the bridge.
Love me one more time.
Big Ben strikes three.
The vicar shouts for his tea,
Her majesty chilling by
the garden.
A garden party just a state of being.
Being the one meant to be.
Be nice, no vice.
Slipping on the thin ice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem