Oh moon! Remember me.
Look favourably on me before my time is done.
Show me who my love will be,
So my heart can cease its lonely mourn.
My soul rejoices while you wax,
And sheds tears of sorrow when you wane.
But these tears I cry I pay as a tax,
So you'll look favourably on me your swain.
Don't think because I weep I am ungrateful,
For you steal the sun's light to shine in the dark,
So that we down below can remain hopeful,
And dream sweet dreams in night's cerulean ark.
While I love you, you cannot hold me.
My kisses you cannot return.
So send me one who'll fill me with glee,
In whose eyes I'll see your benign light burn
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful train of thoughts, nicely encapsulated and subtly penned from the heart with lovely rhyme scheme. A well articulated poem of lamentation, hope and love that bristles with insight. A good one indeed. Thanks for sharing Paul. Please read my poem THE PHOENIX STRANGLER.
Thank you very much for your support, it means a lot coming from a poet such as yourself.