A night of glory
With the silver moon peeking
From the soft wisps of white folds
Hand in hand they move
Two vigilant shadows,
In a second
Mold into one
Brown witch hazel
Gaze into torrential depths
Mesmerized by the glowing amber
Tasting the sweetness of honey suckle
Oblivious to the outside world
The fire roars
And the flame dances
Sweet surrender sings
Trickling droplets sway
And passion sips the nectar
All through the night
Hypnotized by the melody
The soft breeze whispering
Tender notes of love
Shaped as heart bubbles
With the silver moon peeking
On the night of glory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
absolutely romantic..............awesome lines............