Years ago
when I was in a hurry to visit spring,
on my way I caught a glimpse of your green blouse,
dotted with deep blue polka dots,
blowing in the wind by the roadside.
I guess,
you were waiting for summer's grace.
I didn't know what love at first sight was,
but your soothing beauty just kept lingering in my mind.
Having asked so many friends about you,
I thought,
I'd miss your name like footprints on the sand of time.
When the song, Until the Twelth of Never,
softly singing your name out,
Now I think I know,
I'll love you, Bluebell, till you forget to bloom!
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