Sitting on the Terrace, watching the moon shine bright,
The days I Miss You more, that's what I do at night.
Where the Earth and Sky meet, I looked at ground Zero,
I can't always Win, 'coz Life ain't a Movie and I'm not a Hero.
The pitch of darkness and the twinkling of star,
A pair of lips when Smile, the shine goes very far.
Setting of the Sun and Rising of the Moon, forms a loop,
Her opening of the eyes and closing them again, can destroy an entire troop.
Time flew, but I didn't knew, It usually happens,
It's rare but true, some eyes can be used as weapons.
I get some vibes, with Heaven you have some connection,
You are an Angel, but you ever won't so I had to mention.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem