If I could whisper to the moon,
I’d beg it to shine through your gloom,
And guard you in your room,
When you’re asleep.
If the wind could deliver a massage,
You would find a letter under your pillow;
Perhaps stuck on the window,
When you wake up.
And if you could read my thoughts
and my silences by a single glance,
You’d believe my love is pure,
Before I could utter a single word.