There is no sun
Only moon and stars.
Magick spells of hate and lust
Float around like pixie dust.
Earth, wind, water, fire
These 4 things are love's desire.
Hate, lust, and misery
Each one of them love's company.
I wrote this all in two minutes time
And could not find a single rhyme
When midnight comes, though all seems fine,
Your mind will soon be lost like mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a charming poem! it is very nice.