One summer evening as I lay myself to rest,
A longing had drawn me away from my bedside
To wander out to the forest and into the night;
As my eyes adjust to the evening glow,
My every step shone by each passing star in the sky.
I have come across a grassy plain,
Where the tender wind gestures the willows to weave patterns in the air;
And the tall blades of grass, swaying back and forth in a symphony of choir-song;
A gentle stream passes nearby, the soft resonance of water as melody in my ears,
As if an orchestra is patiently waiting for the crescendo.
It is then when you appear,
As graceful as a nymph deep into the moonlight,
Laid in silky white as you prance in harmony;
Dancing to the sweet sound of the midnight hour.
Your long satin-like hair, glistening through the air;
Your skin, softer than any eyes who dare to lay itself upon you;
You turn around, and I catch a glimpse of your delicate face
And I would swear onto my life I would perish at the moment,
As it would be a crime to denounce the beauty of such a creature as thee,
To simply cast away the precision God has placed in your conception.
Each time the moon reflects the silhouette of your body,
My heart, mesmerized by the presence you have bestowed upon me.
I now know why Shakespeare could not compare his love to a summer's day,
To compare you to anything would be an act of injustice,
For each smile you furnish, a little bit of my breath dies
Your lips, so captivating, have tranquilized my soul,
But such a perfection can only be admired from afar.
The fulfilment of my yearning can only be
To kiss the wind that have recently embraced thee.
