I live day to day,
Doing my best to stay out of everyone’s way.
I try to keep a low profile,
Yet still offer a few small smiles.
Do my work, then go home,
Still only as noticeable as a garden nome.
I get to the fairgrounds with my horse,
Expecting ‘normal’ to run its course.
The gate opens, and I look up,
And for a second my heart erupts.
You smile at me and keep on walking,
I trot to catch up and we continue talking.
You seem so genuine, gentle and sweet,
My doubts, I no longer have to keep.
Wether we’re just friends, or more than that,
My confidence gets one big clap.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely poem. Bien!