It was a fine day,
When we first met face-to-face for the first time,
But you didn’t know what to say to me, and
I didn’t know what to say to you.
But I wish I could’ve frozen that moment in time,
Take a picture of it,
Buy & put it in a pretty silver frame,
Lay it on my desk,
For years, and years to come.
But as the years would go buy,
It would become suffocated in the dust & the dirt,
But never to cover & hide up my newly found smile,
The one you gave me, when we first met.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
purest smile could be in his eyes imprinted