I woke up to the sound of running water
I woke up to her arms gently brushing my hair
I woke up to her kisses that's tickling my ear
I woke up! I woke up! to the face of a lovely girl
She's a blooming flower in an April
A beautiful flower beside a chocolate hill
A pretty rose in vermilion colors
Radiating beauty everywhere
Her voice to me is like a lovely music
Every bits of note is just so perfect
And when she spoke, it is with grace and compassion
That's driving me mad in desire for her passion
Her lips so red as red as cherry
Her face so beautiful, as beautiful as Mother Mary
Oh girl if it's you who need me I will never tarry
For you're the girl I want, you're the one I'm gonna marry
My heart rejoices, as the church bells ring
I look at her and kiss her and put on our wedding ring
As someone taps me from the back the world begins to spin
And I heard someone shout, 'Ma'am! Look! Tordz is daydreaming! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem