By Ria
Submitted by peregrine falcon
Date: 2012 Jun 10
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5.6.1997


5.6.1997

I was sitting by my computer,
thinking of You.
It was late at the evening.
My window was open.
Suddenly I heard
the nightingale sing.
This poem just came.
The original was in Swedish.
It can't be translated properly,
but I try:

The Nightingale
is singing
in the Summernight.
The sweet tones
come through
my open window,
through to my
open heart.
Why do they they
hurt so much?

This was my Love Poem to You.
And still is...