Amor (Where hath the moon).

When the twinkle of a star gets bright
 and sets alight the dead of night
 
Coexistence within the bounds, all the shadows play with grounds, 

ground of holy, grounds of faith, 
in its watchful eyes of grace, 

Placed between the darkened scene, 

 where hath thou moon but light to lean?  and so many stars but none as bright may lean towards that dead of night ,

But gathered shines as if it's true, only stars in the eyes of you, and love where hath you then sleep,  in tender dreams the moon has told, for graceful are his arms to hold, 

That starlight claims to be of gold,  and prospects of my tender glare,  only look to him as fair, 

 in the night so dark before ,
The star became so bright Amor .