It is the wicked moon
That has stolen the look
Of my beloved
Pacing the sky in silence
Shamelessly boasting how
Widely it is loved
It is the wicked moon
That was jealous of my
Lover’s charm
Colluding with night I
Fear when she is alone
It may do her harm
@Tiku 12/10/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
insecurities of a lover intensely expressed. nice thought.