It was chance perhaps or Fate
That one afternoon I met
Her... her voice was lovely
She was cute, her hair was curly.
She asked for a short walk, i agreed
The place was new, so she lead
The way, I was behind her
It was lovely to see the setting sun far.
Together we walked hundred meter
She said we would continue later
But I wanted that the longest so far
For I wanted to grow old with her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem