'Every night before I sleep
I always dream of you
that as the night goes deep
it's the only thing I do
For I'm thinking of your face
that's far lovelier than the moon
even in a far away place
your heart mingled to my tunes
in the dark and deepened clouds
it's easy to look for you
for you're among the crowd of stars
that shines brightly in the sky
your love taught me to write poetry
as I dream of you all night
you're always in my world of fantasy
And as I close my eyes
I see myself walking in the street
tapping silently at your door
and you are in my blanket and pillow
gleaming with love and in my dreams.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem