I sometimes awake
sad and depressed,
but I cheer up at once
as soon as I'm dressed.
In my pretty new outfit
with my hair all in place
a little cream, a little powder
enhancing my face...
I run to the doorway
and your blue eyes I see
and I think to myself:
'God is so kind to me'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem