In the sky of poetry,
you have a moon,so far from you.
Her sight searches for you,
Her smile with love like moonshine,
falling on your heart.
It was a creation of magic in poem.
Look at her eyes, you can see
always there yourself.
In the sweet hours of alone
Running her hands through your hair
like stroke of wind.
Your love in return may this fire
In her soul forever burn.....
If she wait for cloudy skies
You won't know,
You drenched the rain drops
From the tears in her eyes.