Behind dark clouds, the moon plays hide and seek.
Every now and then taking a peek.
Upon sweetheart's love knocking me off my feet.
Sweet words of love I speak.
A coyote howls in the night.
She holds me very tight.
Tender love feels just right.
The moon peeked at passion taking flight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem