I said I love you.
Your hair is like spun silk.
Your eyes are like pools of water I want to dive into.
Your breast are like snow covered twin peaks in the Rockies.
Your skin is soft and milky white.
Your voice is like a mockingbird singing in a magnolia tree.
I love you so much
Please give me another chance.
She looked at me and said No finance No romance.
Great poem Timothy, love, romance and the final put down, No finance, No romance. Love it, seems to be the precedent these days doesn't it? Your imagery is superb with a light rhythm. Keep writing! RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
can't read anymore... johannax