She bumps into you on the street, you're eyes slowly begin to meet.
Her wavy hair shines beyond beauty in a summery glow, it bounces to on thro.
The woman at which you stare is you're future bride, you refuse to let this oppurtunity slide, and so you ask her name and she replies with a gentle whisper, you feel a sudden rush to you're heart.
'this is meant to be, it will be us forever, you and me'.
She walks away and a silent murmer you begin to pray, hoping she will turn and look you're way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You're fine young writer, very well composed poem. great msg that most can relate to....excellent work. best wishes Jon