With the brightest day
At the darkest night,
Shine the moon as if star.
To her the beauty, sight
Glance I at a way
As my sorrows will be far
Along the wind I sway
With despair I fight.
To I with the mar
Towards her with the might
Dream, I as if will stay
Believed her like a tsar
This is my first poem. There are still lacking and feel free to say anything about it.