It was a lovely night in June.
And he wanted to build a house on the moon.
One that was above the clouds.
This would make his wife so proud.
They would be happy as could be.
And their sweet love all the world could see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.....Before they died from lack of oxygen And were buried together, without another friend. Nice pipe dream, though! : -)