I saw a shooting star, a falling star tonight
All green and gold, a peacock tail
(Perhaps it was a satellite)
Anyway it made a sign
Impressing the silent night upon me.
And I knew only that I loved you
That I was in love, that I love you -
All my knowledge deriving from that
I could be young and brilliant again
Upon the flight
Of falling full in love
And rising still, once more
To live beside the solemn sign.
I love it you are very romantic here, beautiful while captured so tenderely
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What is it about moon and stars that turns us to love? Is that the ultimate emotion that we all seek, but only find fleetingly, if ever? Touching, beautiful semtiment. Linda