This time I really thought that this was the end.
I told her I did not want to see her again.
But low and behold, as I was crossing the street,
Whom should I meet?
It was her again,
Wearing perfume so strong.
I thought maybe I was wrong
For letting her go.
Her shiny hair captivated me so.
I let her say the first word.
But 'good bye' was all that I heard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Jeff. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thanks