Ponytail and spearmint gum is what I remember about my first love.
A lass to be proud of.
Popsicle lips that taste so sweet.
Coke bottle figure that couldn't be beat.
Silky hair soft to the touch.
Sparkling eyes that I loved so much.
A pretty sweet thing who had it all.
Beauty that radiated through the high school halls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Popsicle lips that taste so sweet..ur poem too very sweet