I'd like to go to Europe

This is an old, and my very first, poem in the form of a song.
The song that contains the tune can be found here:

I would like to play with her hair
'cause I miss all her beautiful curls.
Yes, I'd like to play with her hair,
but I don't think she's like other girls.
I could stare into her twinkling eyes for a day
and she'd never believe all the pretty things I say.
Though I wish on the clock, she's still everywhere
so I won't get to play with her hair.

I hope that she remembers me
while flying up high in the skies.
Yes, I hope that she remembers me
'cause I don't think I'm like other guys.
And when I talk to my boy 'bout the wonders of love,
I'll tell him about this girl I knew from above.
And I bet he'll ask "Daddy, why can't she be mommy?"
Son, I doubt that she remembers me.

We could live in a beehive, making honey;
run through the fields, just like a bunny.
Or we could lie on a hillside, the day you come home
but I don't want to lie all alone.

I'd like to see her someday
maybe in London, France or Madrid.
Yes, I'd like to see her someday
'cause I don't think we're like other kids.
I could swim in the ocean 'till my fingers are numb,
and when we're dancing, she can see only one.
And despite all these perfect silly games that we play,
I would like to see her every day.

Yes, I'd like to see her for all my days.