With loving words,
we coo and dove to one another
over the telephone line.
Blowing kisses to one another
down the telephone.
Now tomorrow when we meet,
we’ll take them up for real
that’s if our mothers let us,
because you are only two
and I am only three.
29 February 2008
Two and three....your not blowing kisses...your blowing bubbles....: O) cute write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best poem I've ever read that was written by a three-year-old.