Every morning when I wake,
I will stand and smile at my mirror.
I will slide the curtain
To press my face on the window pane.
The sun would kiss my cheek
While the lark says good morning.
He would them turn again,
And I'll see he never wants to leave.
I will pack much word for him,
Enough to take him through.
Then I would bade him with a smile
And my eyes to carry in his mind
Till he comes in the evening
To take me in his arms
Upon his wanting heart,
As we solicitously stroll
Into the moonlight like.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem