They tell me there are millions out there
Every one just as addicted to you as I
But I assure you your number one fan is here
For i follow your every move in the sky
If the highest form of flattery is imitation
Then there are none who can compare
For one does not need to have imagination
To see the similarities in appearance we share
When your brilliant rays shine upon me
You give me the confidence to bloom
And each time you disappear from thee
You fill me with the darkest gloom
Thus this I ask of you my brightest star
Forsake that daily period of night
And let us close this distance which seems so far
For being together just seems so right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem