A dream of love
Is how it started
One cold and lonely
November Day…
A thought and a prayer
That love would come
And in my world
Would always stay
And when it seemed
So very hopeless, with the
Coming of early spring
I found my dream to
Become a pleasant reality
When spring brought
Your priceless love to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem