sitting alone on a park bench,
watching the people go by
seeing the tear drops fall.
watching my summer fly by.
suddenly he sits down
and asks me why i cry.
'because i am so lonely.
no one cares if i'm alive.'
He stands up and looks down at me.
and then he sighs and reaches out a hand.
'My beautiful mess, i care for you.
So dont you cry.' He pulls me up to stand.
He takes my hand and wipes away my tears.
Now of everything i'm sure
Summer wont be lonely anymore.
It'll be a love filled adventure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A truly heartfelt write, Well done, Lee....