Fictional.
Teardrops of blue I now shed for you.
My emotions are weak, but what can I do?
I live in the blue house on Blueberry Hill
And blue forget-me-nots touch this heart still.
I recall your blue eyes, and I always will
They shone for 'me only' on Blueberry Hill.
Blue skies turned grey, as you walked away
I hope we can meet on a warm sunny day
For I have a plan ~ blueprint for tomorrow:
My dress will be blue, and something I'll borrow.
Your name will be Jack and mine will be Jill
The church is in view from Blueberry Hill.
Life for we two may regain its allure,
Emotions may rise, with magic amour.
So come to the blue house way over the hill
Clairvoyance tells me how happy you'll feel
For beautiful colour and a wonderful thrill
Is waiting to greet you on Blueberry Hill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very enjoyable poem, Joyce, in my favourite colour (little British spelling there)