Wish I could put a flower
In your long and dark tresses
Morning has arrived with
Giving me hope and new wishes
Wish I could come to you
And we would go to the dale
Where the fresh wind
Would blow soft and begin to swell
Wish I could hold you
In my arms and give kisses
As flowers swing gently
Wearing varied colored dresses
Wish we could remain
There till the sun goes down
And there would be a
Rumour of our love in the town
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet teen desire bloom again. Though the age is well past gone. But it always pops up again.