Maybe when comes January
we'll see a spot of snow.
Or maybe when it's June
when all the flowers grow.
Perhaps some time in September
it will rain til mid November.
Conceivably in spring we'll see
if that's the time for you and me.
All year round the months will go
each passing day our love will grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem