A poem...

If I were the moon wherever I were,
I would ask my way to you from heavens,

If I were a pebble, wherever I were,
I would sit on your path.

If you were the flirting moon,
One night maybe, you would sit on my roof

If you were a pebble, wherever I were,
You would break me… you would break me.

My translation of a poem I found in diaries I wrote while in military service,
“ I can’t recall the poet's name!”