Someone plays a love song
On the ancient radio
And my heart is stung
With a romantic thought
That never fades
Like singing birds at dusk
Serenading the sunset.
Her flirtatious scarf is swaying
On a clothesline in the melancholy afternoon,
But later I’ll be drunk
As a tall girl walks in the moonlight
Alone on the beach.
And I want to see her again
In a special place
When the time is right
To tell her how I feel,
When I have the power
To convince her
Of the unique beauty
Of her essence.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembering-her-birthday/
