Four o'clock in the morning
Empty moon
Do you think about me?
Now?
Right now?
Anytime?
Awake
I dream about you
The sun wants to be reborn
Do you dream about me?
Now?
Right now?
Anytime?
Can a love be born ?
By a dream ?
Can a love be reborn ?
By watching the moon ?
Do you watch the moon ?
Now?
Right now?
Anytime?
I wrote this poem
Not because I love you
Not because I dream you
Not because I need you
Not because you are a sleep
Not because you are not dreaming me
Not because you are not watching the moon
When the sun is born again
I want you to know
That I wrote this poem
Because you are the ONE
The one and only
Now!
Right now!
Anytime!
Forever!
About the Creator
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