If we had
an island,
he'd love me.
I'd be tan,
and happy
and lovely.
And, he wouldn't
have to worry,
he'd just fish
and nap early,
and he'd wake up
to the sound
of the sea.
And, sometimes,
he'd wake up
in and under
me.
If we had
an island
he'd love me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem