by Irina Mocreac, Moldavian Poet

    I can't spill the cup of my soul,
I will gather love part by part in it,
And we will fly under the firmament of the stars,
And will dance in the silence with the new born Moon.

I will fulfill the glass of happiness,
And will give it only to you in this world,
You will understand and feel that caressing me
You will perceive a whole world, going to the eternity.

Love will take us away and will twirl us, and the Moon
Will stretch its hand and will give us warmth,
I won't give to anyone till I am alive
The Moon, this evening, the love and you. 
Irina Mocreac is a poet living in Kishinev, Moldavia.

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