I turned to my love and offered her small sweet oranges
As the waves gently caressed the sandy beach
And invited us to join in its warm aqua ripples
In morning's glassy sea.
My love took the small sweet oranges and we joined the sea
The waves gently caressing our feet
As we walked down by the quiet water's edge
And we talked of sweet nothings.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful portrayal of sweet love. Well crafted with superb imagery.
Thank you Rose Marie for you kind words, always very appreciated.