We were young and foolish, barely twenty,
She was a young woman clearly in love.
That summer has memories a'plenty.
She was Gods gift from heaven above.
Our meeting was just by chance,
We moved into cottages adjoining.
Eyes met and I could tell from her glance,
Soon We would experience frantic groining.
Long summer walks along cliffs,
Lying in fields holding fingers,
Coffee bars and shopping trips.
Young lovers together? ; both dead ringers.
We caressed each other close against the sky,
Then held our last kiss in our memory banks.
Looking back I often ask myself why?
She had joined the Army to drive and repair tanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love in the open air? ......Coffee bars? ........Lying in fields holding fingers? .....awww, and now it's all gone. The lure of the army, eh? I know the feeling, Gary. I was lured by the army, too. But I got my man. Hope you have found YOUR woman. Love, Fran xx