Stealing the moon, I shall go sitting behind the church <br />To say, <br />Which but know you, which but know I, <br />Which but I cannot, <br />As it happens, happens in love, <br />Stealing the moon, I shall go sitting behind the church. <br /> <br />The moon shining above and we behind the church <br />Talking, lost in the thoughts of ours, <br />The fair, fine and silvery fresh moon shining up above, <br />The moonshine-bathed the world, <br />The moonlit ways and the orbs glistening <br />And we behind the church, <br />In the garden of flowers, sitting in the backyard, <br />Sharing a talk.<br /><br />Bijay Kant Dubey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-behind-the-church-stealing-the-moon/
