A mirror hung there on the wall.
I watched it close its eyes and fall.
Your pen and how it does its writing
is in its elegance exciting.
Thanks for the card, it hit the spot
so legible it, er....was not.
Thus I imagined what you said
inside your user-friendly head.
You wrote 'I found a blue-green dove
and sent her off to take my love
in a small gesture of devotion
across the stillness of the ocean.'
Well that was nice and very kind.
Red wine and words let me unwind.
I too like journeys in the summer.
It's winter here now, what a bummer!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Look. I'm a doctor. Therefore my writing is illegible. Love to ya! t xxx