You are the moon.
But no, faster.
In your changing love for me,
How many scimitars have cut me?
How many eclipses have I seen?
You were the one who blotted out the sun,
So as to have it's halo all around you.
All I could do was stare.
Perhaps if you shone a little less bright,
I might have seen the many stars that hung in the night.
But no, you had to be the moon,
Whose eclipse has made me
Just as blind as my love for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful....'But no you had to be the moon'... Its like a mastered piece of a symphony...Great job.