Night was very young
but lovers were high strung
wine whiskey rum and gin
all were living in imagery
love was like an elixir
no sin
night gave in
we all did begin
the night was young still
till
all went silent
awaiting Jill
who didn't come down the hill
Bill went ill
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is nice