Walking home in the sun,
After an evening packed with fun,
My thoughts are full, full of glee,
As I think of you and me.
So all is well, in my world,
my banner of happiness unfurled,
As I sip my cup of tea,
And think of you, you and me.
You worry, I know, about the pace,
but 'tis a journey, not a race,
I'm as glad as I can be,
As I think of you and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but tis' a journey not a race... splenid line way things should be..... wonderful piece