(04 October 1943 / Germany)

Flight Q 124

So, here I sit, drink rhubarb wine
and dream about my Valentine.
She's in New York to see a wizard
the telly showed a great big blizzard.
Meanwhile the wine is warming me
and sets romantic feelings free.
I ponder why my heart still flutters,
my accent-laden voice, it stutters.
And goosebumps occupy my hide
when you are sleeping by my side.
Tonight, the bed caresses Freddy
the cuddly, brown Bavarian Teddy.
And me? I sit here with my wine
and wait for you, my Valentine.

by Herbert Nehrlich

Comments (3)

Oh Herbert, now we see the real YOU...a softer, gentler, more romantic side. Loved it Raynette
Sweet, soulful, and smooth. Warmly, Gina.
Dear Herbert I love the angle on this one.Man with a tallent.Great work.Top marks from me.Love Duncan