For the rising sun warms my grieving soul
urging me to write before my time is passed.
I want you to know that I am yours
just like the crashing waves are of the moon.
I am yours and yours only.
I have touched your soul with my bare hands
the purity of your heart in my eyes
I reach your lips with a memory
a memory that doesn't last
My love,
I wish this wasn't just a dream.
a product of my solitude.
I wish you would love me
I wish you would see me
I wish you would hear my voice
I see you
You're away
so far away
and only in my dreams
I come to you
I think of you and I miss you
and I love you and I love you not
Be mine, as I am yours
or stay as a dream
a pleasant dream
to which I'll return
every time I feel alone.
