Oh the days of heartfelt love poems
You know - the ones that rhyme
How I miss them so
Their sentiments free and sublime
Yes they still exist
Rarer than hens on a climb
And rarer still, the flying chook
That clucks and feathers with rhyme
Oh how I love those words on a hill
Like bushes and bells that might chime
And those heartfelt poems of lilting light
That raise us and still dare to rhyme
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem