As true as the blue bird flies my love
As sure as the breezes shall rustle through yon' tree
So shall my mind never misplace thee
Sure as the blossoms in May
And the robin sings her song
So shall my heart yearn for thee
Though man may take these beauties
Forgetting they are but gifts
I..........my love.....wilst forever cherish thy blessings
Your employment of 17th C/ possessive predicate lends rare uniquity to this romantic verse...Very Fine Work, indeed, young lady! ~ FjR ~ ..2008..
wonderful poem. really nice.you have really brought the deepest feelings to it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A Romantic as always dear patricia, A very talented one too... Andy 10 xxx