I cried some tears with gladness I was such.
And then, my heart was filled with so much joy
For I had found the perfect woman touch.
And I did dance and felt a happy boy.
But then, I woke. The dream had run to gone,
And on my bed there was the sobbing me.
And I was sad, my soul so dead of fun.
And all my thoughts from sadness were not free.
And then, I saw myself a little kid
Who went to bed before Christmas the night,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem