You were my moonlight again,
To my thoughts
In that darkest hours
Of the late nights...
Dark yet flawless
Far but close,
Clear but blurry.
Perhaps that's what I loved;
To think of you
In the deepest form.
As the love of moonlights
Would be the best
Of it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem