Water, green as his eyes.
Memories float,
Near and far,
Like clouds in the island skies.
He was like a young prince,
Golden haired and tall.
His charm disarmed
My wavering heart,
And gladly, I took the fall.
Sunlit, misted beaches,
Walking hand in hand,
Tracing out our feelings,
With sticks, in virgin sand.
Ah...but stormy weather
For lovers that are doomed,
See the full moon rise tonight,
I swear I can hear sweet Lorelei's tune.
It's been such a long time,
Funny, but it seems,
What my mind can trace,
Her waters erase,
And I'm left with only my dreams.
Lovely Catalina
Water, green as his eyes,
Memories float,
Near and far,
Like clouds in the island skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem