Every midnight, while I am in pensive mood, the gentle sky
Whispers into my ears deeply
Her loving innocent words.
She fondles my heart with her moon bathed broad heart, heart that I always search to soothe my own
Dark spotted heart; I thank my Creator for His gift of platonic Love.
My heart is now eagerly awaiting
For my beloved Sky; My inner voice
Says to me: ' Dear child! Look at your beloved, for this society is not
Worthy for your abiding Love '!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem