Sitting in my conservatory
again ~ I hear the music flow,
and in silence of early morning
a beautiful voice sings soft and low:
Elvis sings...Thrills of your love,
Almost in love, Burning love...
Pledging my love, Fools fall in love
and The next step is love.
In all kinds of weather,
even in the summer rain
Elvis sang 'I love you' songs
again and again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem