Watching her sitting there
As she slowly drinks her tea
Wondering to myself
What is she doing here with me?
A face so soft and tender
As pretty as can be
I know I am the luckiest man
That people's eyes will ever see
She could be with anyone
But I'm the one she chose
This time of our life
Together, her and I will close
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem