The moonlight shines as you twirl me around,
As if to give us a single Spotlight.
We could dance for hours or days,
but our spell will end at the stroke of twelve.
You spin me and kiss me all the way long,
moving in perfect rhythm with the song.
As the chime rings out and the hands move,
our perfect dance is ending so soon.
We run away with tear filled eyes,
Only to keep from hurting each other further.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem