Give God thanks in the summertime,
for there's never a fairer clime
to fall in love... young or old!
Romance in July is rapture untold:
Wandering through a forest glade
to imaginary notes of a sweet serenade
is fascination and joy to remember
stepping up the Aisle in late September.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem