As shooting stars streak blazing in the sky,
Many must have gambled wishes right then,
And if by chance, my love, too, watches by,
Could she hyave wished to be with me again?
No limit will curtail what a heart asks,
It is a fool who would desire what's less,
When great or small are all the same as tasks,
And every dream can hope for Fate to bless;
But will I know when shooting stars appear,
So as to ask what most my heart desires?
Yet every night whenever skies are clear,
I scan the heavens for those streaking fires;
......To wish myself a kingdom, felt and seen,
......And add thereat my love to be the queen.
wish myself a kingdom of love, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
Another very beautiful sonnet and wishing on shooting stars...(sigh) .... so.amazing.