Whisper
In quiet moments of the night,
The breeze of moon is whispering,
To all the stars, that harvest light
Profound desire, for your love
My heart is like a fountain,
Of murmur full of whispers,
That humming through my veins,
A passion carved in bitter.
I want to leave in darkness,
All my dreams of whispers,
That leaves a trail of memories,
Touched by the whispers melody.
Adrian B 
A lovely poem. A whisper of love.
Thank you very much Otto.