"Why do you stop so often on our evening walks? " she asked.
"Are you captivated by the moon, or Jupiter…or Mars? "
"No." He smiled.
"Not by the moon, or Jupiter…or Mars.",
"It's the only time I get to see the beauty of your silhouette among the stars."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful response to a love question....10. Thanks for sharing. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments.