When the wind whistles through the trees it reminds me of you, reminds me of those summer nights,
when we were at particular heights.
We were hopeless lovers and estranged teens,
but i must have been deranged to be in love with you.
But who am i to ignore my heart,
i wish our relationship would restart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sweet... great poem... thanks Athena *** words will change the world ***