Valaki meg tudja mondani, hogy ki írta ezt az angol verset?

"I wish I had a crayon

That was the exact the shade of your eyes,

Because then I could draw a picture

Of you

And show it to you

So you would be able to see

In each careful stoke,

How much

I

Adore

You.

But alas, there is no crayon.

So I'm stuck as I am,

Dreaming of that color,

Drinking cold tea

And wonder whether you

Would even care about a

Silly drawing,

Or if you wish you had a

Crayon as well

To mimic

My

Own eyes."

A vers alá "CGC" van írva, de nem tudom ki írta de nagyonnagyon szeretném tudni (fordítás nem kell, anélkül is értem, csak a szerzo érdekelne :))

13/L