In full bloom, in the sky, tonight you will glow.
A cloud or two, across you, may perhaps flow;
when across you, some cool and refreshing breeze will blow.
Wish to reach you I, if you were, at a height pretty low.

My love, kisses and hugs , give him,  O Moon.
Tell him, miss him very much, I do; come soon.
To have had you in my life, is really a big boon.
That's why, looking at you, I often croon.

With you, I associate love and romance.
Hope with you, I could my poems share, sing and dance.
To spend time more, wish God would grant me many a chance.
But like you, belongs he so far, perhaps London or France

Armin Dutia Motashaw