As a strange union,
Strange was their love.
Under the starry skies
When they met, once
She said to him
As they looked into
Each other's eyes.
'I don't want you to just live,
But I want you to live
With happiness.'
He looked at her
With tenderness,
Her beautiful moonlit face!
Moving his gaze into
Her solemn eyes,
Where he could trace
The loss and the pain.
He said to her.
'I am happy when
I am with you,
Other than that
The instances are few.
And I don't intend to live
For those moments astray
But I wish to live for you.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
life with happiness- all good