When twilight casts its gentle, silver glow,
And shadows dance upon the moonlit floor,
The night unveils a mystic, tranquil show,
Where dreams take flight and hearts desire more.
In hallowed stillness, whispers softly rise,
As moonbeams paint the canvas of the night,
Love's secret language spoken through the skies,
Igniting souls with passion's tender light.
The moon, a radiant muse in heavens high,
A beacon of hope in the darkest hour,
She lends her glow to lovers' whispered sighs,
And fills the world with beauty and with power.
Oh, moonlight's embrace, enchanting and sweet,
In your soft glow, love's magic is complete.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem