Moon

Oh, man in the moon,

send me a signal 

to clear my doubt 

whether moon is a man 

or a woman.

Aficionado in me says,

she is an unrivalled beauty, 

scattering her silvery light on the street,

Her scar on her resplendent face reminds me of 

black mole on the lips of my inamorata.

Oh, man, clear my doubt, 

if moon is a man,

my lover is an unsurpassed beauty 

And 

if she is a woman,

she has to take part in the pageant 

to fight for the most gorgeous lady 

on the planet.