Winters cold
And summers warm
In every love there is a storm
In every storm
The rain will pour
But still you love him
More and more.
And after the rain comes the rainbow... I like your use of rhyme, keep up the good work. Kenneth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely verse, nice lilting rhythm. Nice to meet you, Scarborough Gypsy. Warmest regards, CJ