You are my mirror
and my open door
You're my morning
and my rousing
But I am so poor.
I'm glad you like me
and enjoy my work
I'm lucky you help me
though I'm in the dark.
I have just some words
You make them sound good
I was just a dusty boy
You're making me enjoy
how to feel love, happiness
I'm worried you're restless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and my rousing better title would be you are my AROUSING MAY SEE POOR POETS ARE MOSTLY DON'T WORRY GO DO A JOB ALSO