I read you with gusto and zest
never thinking about what´s coming next
I am a wanderer through your rhyme
I am the other half-filled cup of mine
I wonder how words so beautiful can sing
and bring you my reply on an elf wing
I hear laughter and giggles
while reading you, together with mixed pickles
sometimes I read you with ginger and ale
but nevertheless I read you and that´s my mail
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm sure I saw this somewhere else, must have been too good to stagnate. Read mine - O Night - Adeline