the flowers are in bloom,
i know she will be there soon.
tears come down as i hear,
the cry of the loon.
i will send my love with in the wind,
waiting for you to show me where to begin.
your sweet suddle scent came on the wind,
i know i must begin to sing.
when she shows me the love she brings,
threw out the spring time.
with in your heart there will be a glow,
our love is strong but true.
when i know i will be waiting for you,
whith every thing i have to share with you.
i just want you to know how much i love you,
we must have been blind not seeing,
what was before us all this time.
could you answer me this,
what could we do for all theses years we have mist?
wishing i could have told you how i felt back then'
could you tell me when will i see happy ness agin?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem