Lisa, you are as beautiful as a warm summer's day.
I love it when we make love in the hay.
The horses don't seem to mind
When they watch us in rhythm and time.
Your mother has left you
And your father could care less,
But I will always love you,
My bride in the wedding dress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet Love. Your write it with your heart on your sleeve.