Along this boulevard we stroll and cycle
We pledge our vows of our love eternal
You look at me and shyly I look at you
We laugh and giggle at the magic of life.
Along this boulevard we summon the doves
and pigeons to surround us as we feed them
by crumbs of bread from our lunch boxes.
Here they dance, open to our magic touches.
Along this boulevard we carve our names
for the future, a lovely pair to march
in the church aisle, a married couple
to declare before our guests and families.
Boulevard 42 is part of our common nest
where we lay down our eggs of hope and courage.
It is the boulevard of dreams, a boulevard
of our love that gives birth to our child.
A beautiful boulevard of hope and love and future dreams. Uplifting and compassionate and so well penned.
Thank you, Joseph, for your generous response. I hop eyou are ok and still writing. Keep it up.
Dear Kelvin, thanks i hare just reread this after some 3 years and then I realize that indeed I was able to write it ok.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poetry touches me Elizabeth. Pity that PoemHunter advertises war games above them - but perhaps you cannot see that.
Thanks, Graham for your beautiful response. Sorry it is only now I have seen it.