There was Jill, Connie and Melissa
And a hundred other girls all the same.
I'd make love to them and never know their name.
But you Lisa, caught my eye.
I became tongue-tied and shy.
I decided I would court you the proper way.
I even knew your name on the first day.
You were nicer and prettier than any girl
I had ever met.
You could say that you were a fish
That I caught with my net.
And if you were a fish, I'd never dropp you back into the sea.
I would keep you forever next to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem