An old cow-hand memory coming to mind in a rhythm that starts out slowly, then gets aboard a locomotive, traveling at a rapid speed.
Bringing together images of once wanting to be in love just because it sounded good to this young teenager having a lot to learn about love before finding out the truth of true love.
One that touches upon an innate nature that sets a heart free, feeling the wild truth of intense feelings emotionally and one day being in love when more mature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem