Translation (if you couldn't understand her): Boy Girl, Garden gate, standing kissing very late, Dad comes big boots, boy runs girl scoots.
It's hard to lose your lover when your heart is full of hope, but it's worse to lose your towel when your eyes are full of soap.
I just love her choice of poems. There were plenty of other poems in the book, but she chose the two about lovers.
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