It started off so slow
Only aiming the low
What went wrong?
Is this final song?
With every-day
the love in may
Just a little dream
Has now made me scream
Oh I remember
How it passed in September.
The days became cold
And my tears so bold
The winter came
Oh I remember thy name
and how I hold your hand
Now I draw the line in the sand.
Now its April like last year
Still I look out and seer.
When I look into your eyes
I feel like rolling the dice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem