Spin me 'round and 'round again,
Transfer us to way back when.
Slowly images become clear,
'I Love you' is what i hear.
Spin me 'round, I won't fall,
Memories I do recall.
And then the days I do remember,
Visiting in late semptember.
See the birds?
They sing for us.
Heaven smiles and that's a plus.
We swing and swing,
Stories awaken,
Pictures appear, they are constantly taken.
Aromas form and I walk in,
A smile, a kiss, 'How have you been? '
Talk for hours on the bed,
Whisper when darkness creeps ahead.
Tomorrow comes and pulls me in,
Can yesterday please come again?
I love the smooth flow in this poem as well as the reality that good times have to pass and sometimes cannot be experienced again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem about sweet past memories being with a loved one. Nicely done. It had a nice natural flow to it. you have 'semptember'it should be spelt September ok