When I feel the need to cry,
I take the brightest star,
Cuddle in my cozy nest
And think, 'How warm you are...'
And when I feel the need to Touch-
I ride the Milky Way;
Take a Glass from off a shelf
And ready for our Play;
But when I feel the urge to Love,
I bubble: soar and Mad;
For ride nor star, not near or far,
Comes close to what We had.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem