In the starry gaze of the moon,

I instead lose myself in your voice, its tunes,

Watching the shooting stars above disappear from the naked eye.

I look at you as our wishes fly by in the night sky.

How brightly glittering your eyes stand like the stars’ boons.

It’s hard to write a poem about love,

When you have noisy neighbours above,

There’s clinging and clanging,

And some sort of banging,

And my paper’s still white like a dove.

Look

at the

sky at night.

Count the stars and

that is how

much

I love

you.