Stars on a bloom – two stars on a rose. With,
a deepened heart beneath rose wreathed hair,
scribbling lines to make ‘em rhyme,
give me time to make you mine.
I joined pieces of her in the night, to expose
the idea of bliss, or the taste of kiss.
Silence of the moon, or beauty in eye?
bring rain to swathe her tears, rain to make her sigh.
And Lord, tender beauty may fade even angels may wade,
but when this poem meets her gaze,
all pieces of dire gloom will die to fade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem