Below a sylvan screen
Falling leaves careen
Where moonlight streams
Dance luminous beams
Her eyes agleam
Her smile, pristine
There we stood abeam
Two smiling figurines
But now the moonlit beams
Disclose a lonely scene
For we no longer convene
Under the glow of Selene
The memories crystalline
Of my not-forgotten queen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an elegant piece. i love it :) 10/10