Sweet dreams
No one loves you as I do
Should someone love you more they are not real
But a figment of your impossible dreams
Where I sometimes enter your mind
Make you a sandwich of blueberry jam not
If I must add of the homemade category just
The way my mother made
On newly baked bread with butter of love.
I never buy anything shop-bought that can be
Had anywhere upon request.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Splendidly super, well penned. Thumbs up