Mystery Moonlight Poem by Jorge Alexandre

Despiteful love,
I adore that irritation.
The constellation of stars; approve,
The nocturnal tears I cry.

In my eyes; a supernova
Is erupt; a bride is drowned
In my galloping tears;

Oh, sweet demented years.

It is sweet to love;
Bitter, bitter is the touch.
The demons below,
Have defeated the angels—
Above.

The singing nightingale,
Chirping in secret slumber;
Seeing all the unsuspected scenes,
From the least suspectful, eye.

Knowing not how to love;
Nor how to speak; nor how to cry,
Sweet nightingale sees my tears,
And yet cannot aid me—
In the mystery of the moonlight.