When you fall in love…
When you fall in love
you don’t know what to say.
You just stand there
like a stupid lonely sheep
and can’t do anything
except get lost in dreams
of wonders vain and vanishing
as fleeting as a cloud
with nothing to hold on to afterwards
except the loss of a disintegrated dream
that gave a fragrance of eternity
to just remind you
that it’s always there.
Thanks for your most courteous comment. There is a problem of time – I never get time enough for everyting I ought to engage with, as my duties as a voluntary workoholic ever continue to be towering beyond me. I was familiar with English, however, from the start of my life, since I made a choice of it before French already before I could read, as a child in Argentina, My father studied at Leicester, my sister was married for many years in Sussex, my brother used to work at Red Hill, Surrey, my aunt married a Scotsman, and so… Read more »