oooh la la, magic is still alive, in the lovely area
romance a delight, and kisses every night
what more could a girl, such as I ask for
only a magnificent moon shining down on me
one with such beauty, never hiding face
and I shall dance with him each evening
or should I rephrase, I shall dance for him only
spinning, twirling and owning the world
and then plant kisses upon his honey lips
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like a magical evening in the French quarter! Thanks for sharing.