Suzanne

An autumn dropped me in your lil´town east of Holland.
I felt a little neglected, a little lonely and swollen.
Beer bottles emptied and I soon learned your tongue,
and how to speak your language.
I got to know your body like the mounds before the Rein.
I let go of such a love hardly knowing it was mine.
I jumped the ditch to England and left you far behind.
Some days I fit regret remember you there crying.
German Suzanne bless you atleast for trying.