I wake up in the morning
There’s no more feeling blue
Because all that’s on my mind
Is you, you, you, you, you.
It’s like I’m on a cloud
Floating in the sky
My Heart is drifting away
So very, very high.
Then when I close my eyes
There is a picture in my head
No more dreaming of a good life
It’s of me and you instead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem