Let's travel with hosts of nightingales,

Into the high rooftop of the lonely moon,

And bury our perfect love in her head,

Along with the gales of our own boon.


Let's sit on the wings of the winds,

And journey beyond mortal hospices,

Into the realms where real love sings,

Those realms full of glittering galaxies.


Let's head over to the mountains' caps,

And uncap them with our sweet love tales,

Until they wax away into the winter's paps,

And remeet at the emergence of sunlight rays.


Tell the tales of our love to the deaf so they'll hear,

Show the pictures of our tours to the blind so they'll see,

Run with the cripple, let them all assemble on the moon,

The matrimony of my quill and I will begin just soon.


Love on the moon
#TheLastWordrior
Author: - Toochi