I stood with her in the heat of the day
beneath a dappled, cloud strewn sky,
and we watched as the snow fell
in large, fluffy flakes, that tickled our noses
clinging to eye lashes
with ribbons of May warmth, rising up
to dampen our brow, snowy chills
sweeping up the nape of our necks
as we walked in remembrance of a day gone by,
reflections in our private get away.
Perhaps someday we'll stand here in January's
snow and remember our warm May day.
Ah Lincoln, what a nice town you are.
it's were I first kissed Pam in the used book store.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem