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.