Here I love you.
Between dark pines the wind unfolds.
The moon shines on phosphorescent water-errant.
Pass the same day, chasing one another.

Clears the fog in dancing figures.
A silver gull is detached from the sunset.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.

Or the black cross of a ship.
Only Sometimes I get up at dawn and even my soul is wet.
Sounds, echoes the distant sea.
This is a port.
I love you here.

Here I love you in vain and the horizon hides you.
I am loving even in the midst of these cool things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those vessels serious
running to the sea where it will come.
I already forgot how I see those old anchors.
I am saddest when moored platforms in the evening.

Tired of my life unnecessarily hungry.
I love what I have. You are so distant.
My struggle with boredom slow twilights.
But then comes the night and started singing.
The moon casts its film dream.

I look with your eyes the biggest stars.
And because I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves metal.

Raj Aryan is a content writer. Presently working with a  Private Tour  packages  company. Find  International Hotels  and on-line at  Cheap flights  tickets to India, providing the best selection and availability of cheap flight booking.