During some nights perfect moments come,
where we feel that we truly belong,
stretched out against each other we lie
while a myriad of stars above us sparkle romantically.
Sometimes the moon casts its own golden spell
while we are in sweet bliss, while we know great happiness
and shadows draw abstract pictures on the wall
while it feels as if these moments cannot end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem