I have a cousin named Emily,
Whose dark hair is so long
And her big brown eyes are happy,
Singing a happy song.
Yes, a happy song,
Which isn't sang with words,
They're hums and tunes and melodies
Of thousands of singing birds.
The happy song can not be stopped,
Even when it hurts,
The happy song can not be stopped,
'Cuz that's when it exerts.
The happy song can never be lost,
Nothing can tear it apart,
There's only one place you can keep it,
That place is in your heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one. I really love optomistic poems by people that just make me smile. I love the part where you said 'There's only one place you can keep it, That place is in your heart. ' it was my favorite part lol