You are a gift you are unique
A 100 at your feet
And a 100 more
That keep you piqued
No chance for poor ol me
I dare not hope
I dare not prance
It didn't help I live in France
I cannot hope
For the last dance
Smart, intelligent and with a degree
Why that has been the royal decree
Not in a 100 years
Can it come true
My future I begin to rue
I am beginning to be more blue
I could sing
I could fly
But I just know
Alone I will die
You my friend
Are made for sighs
A heartfelt one emanates
Resounding their words with the fates
I just gaze from afar
And count my lucky stars
For when I met you
I felt I was on Mars
Out of this world
You take me afar
A short spin
No holds no bars
I know though
There will be a 100 more
I know so
For my heart doth feel so sore
But I will not tarry
With these sad thoughts
Tis where the mind doth rots
Instead I will count in a hurry
My blessings and spend
The days in joyous trends
Seek for happiness
In these pleasure glens
It doesn't matter if
There will be a 100 more
In my mind you are
Mine for evermore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem