I touch your hand and
...am made happy.
As if my sorrow
has had a makeover.
As if my sorrow
won the lotto.
As if my sorrow
had a sexchange
and become the happiness
it always knew it was.
As if my sorrow
found religion
and converted itself
into happiness.
The joy of you
flows through me
and I light up like a light bulb.
As if...
As if...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah.... Dee Dee. you made me want to cry when I read the last couple of lines. You are one strong girl though, I love how you told Gordon off in this one... HG: -) xx