High above, far away
As sunshine on a winters day
Knowing the love to come
Emanation of an inherited sum.
My dear, let us close our eyes
Imagining your smile, sensations rise
For one more day without you
Is the trap I’ve walked into
Languages cannot describe younger days
Lost for translation, soldered to a maze
Both of us have understood love before
Set in front of us, an unlocked door
My dear, your man is to come
Real as the sweet melody you hum
My dear, do not lament
Days dwindle near, marked as sent.