You and me and that our first kiss
In the pleasant spring when
Flowers bloom aplenty
You and me and our first love in
The dawn when you were
Eighteen and I twenty
You and me cherish the memory
So dearly though both of us
Are now weak and old
Those were the days of raw love
With sweet fragrance that we
Till day in mind hold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Age is just a number I am much older but o young couple that you both are never think you are old My eyes still view beauty though I may be cold but I never thnk I am yet old Love is not alone beauty we must all own and poets as a class never grow old you also may not o poet be as agile of mind as you were of body once you will feel as young as 16 even if your not so but at even 90 remain warm and bold don't ever let youth grow cold You are not old mining gold