On that cold autumn night,
When the moon turned velvet red,
The stars flew across the night sky like Angels bringing hope,
Our shy hands took hold,
I remember feeling love for the first time,
Like magic,
The feelings of loneliness and pain vanished,
We fell into each other's arms,
Hugging and kissing,
Never wanting to let go,
Hoping this wasn't a dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the first time dream became reality! it is good that reality was enough to fulfill a dream! Lovely!
Liza Sud... Thank you for the wonderful comment.