The moon danced with the stars.
The clouds tangoed with the sky.
My sweetheart and I love danced in the grass.
Passion was sweet and fast.
The wind waltzed with the night.
The mood was just right.
My heart swung with her soul.
Until early light.
Love, heart, dance, moon and stars, those are the endless theme of singing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem on love dance to read, my friend! All the best to you!