Her thin loosely gown looks very beautiful.
Like her heart.
Her silvery voice sounds like a wind bell.
My lean country lassie you are a Victorian queen for me.
I am your forlorn peasantry lover.
Though we have an age difference
My peaceable soul still cries as a nestling.
Please do not get nervous as I am going to the town to get fulfil my endless dream.
Don't worry I struggle there and earn more.
Before I get old definitely build a cottage.
And we can start a small enterprise.
Better cottage cheese as it's your favourite.
Please wait for me and don't go away.
I bought a silver ring and I am sure that fits to your finger.
Lovely imagery in this one.Very unique and charming. Without a dream, what would life be? Kind regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely portrature my friend. It seems with you that you employ words in the same way that a painter employs hues. An excellent and skillful painter that is. One who can paint the dreamy quality we aspire to.