On the first day I became a moon lover,
A new discovery that is full of wonders
Lying down dreaming at the starry night,
Gazing on the vast universe full of stars,
Me who first sight at the beauty of the Moon
Every shapes and angles are like a carved out stone,
A luminous orb that shines in the stillness of the dark,
Keeping my sanity in it's bright moonlight
Here I am sitting in the Moonlake,
Thinking what it feels like to have you in my hands,
A pond where it mirrors the beauty of the night,
Fishing your reflection just to grasp your light,
The Dillusions of wanting to have someone
Is the same as the blue moon in the sky
But still here I am admiring this moon although, it doesn't bright as much as it was than before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem