I was strolling along the road one day
When I met a strager, going my way
His features contented, but handsome too,
Was he from my world or the planet Q?
We chatted together as we went along
Stopped in at the bar for a drink and a song,
I admired him as his thoughts matched mine
And before we knew, it was well past nine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem