From the first moment I saw you,
When you were choosing your cake at breakfast time,
Your early morning drowsiness long gone from your smile,
The only expression left on your face was your, well,
Your you smile... I knew that we’d get along.
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I would like to translate this poem
I know precisely what you mean here. THAT moment. The 'you'. I don't know whether it is a great piece of whether it is one of those that will appeal to those who know... but then, perhaps that is where taste and appeal is to be found. Er.... what I meant is that I love it. t x