They say men go crazy looking at the moon,
please think me not a loon.
Though 'tis strange to be jealous of him.
Each night, with silvery beams he kisses her skin.
and possesses the high luminescence to make her sigh and swoon.
they say men go crazy looking at the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write! Short and sweet.