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