The moon is watching
And the city trees blush.
Her apartment at midnight,
A kiss on the balcony
Before goodnight.
Her breath is warm
Like a dream beneath blankets
Just before dawn.
Love in this blue misty place,
Her angelic face
Beneath streetlights
Captivates my imagination.
The glamour of the stars
Dancing upon her hair,
How can I ever tell her
I only live for her adoration?
I think you manage to tell her most elequently in this beautifully romantic poem Uriah! Your adoration is her, most sincere occupation. twinkling at you, Tai
I agree with Earnestine on this one! Softly gently, and gently soft, and full of the essence of love...and the moon watches!
What a gorgeous poem Uriah. So softly romantic, and gentle on the mind. Beautiful. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The glamour of romance cannot be overestimated. Your last stanza is simply superb. Warm regards, Sandra