When I am tempted.

When I am tempted.

O, Moon I am tempted to see
how tenderly you are hugged
by the small pond.

You spend a fruitful night
when you take shelter
on the your beloved brest.

The ripplings of the water
makes me think
stirring up your of love affair.

Moon,you are too victim of jealous.
So sometimes your face is veiled
by the envious cloud.

Though moon you are stigmatised.
Stll you can seduce
with your glorious face.

Moon,I find the night dull
when you can't appear
and your absence makes the pond stir.