You are not my first love,
but you are my last and only love.
I have stolen kisses from other girls in the past,
but from you my love, I want to steal your heart.
You are the freshness
of a cool mountain stream.
You are the radiance
of a morning sun.
You are the Seven Wonders of the World,
all wrapped into one and much, much more.
If I had three wishes that would come true,
I would only wish for you,
for your love is worth more to me,
much, much more than any money.
However like every time before,
you choose someone else,
and leave a loser once more.
(13 May 1967)
Forty years old and still as fresh as the day it was conceived. Nice one, David. Love, Fran xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God i was four years old when you wrote this beauty, is this for your good wife mate, well i guess she fell for a poet after all, the girls love a poet...10