The imprints of your fingers Have marked a half-full glass. The sentiment still lingers, The moment's due to pass. Your glance can still appear In my Campari drink
I raise my swollen eyes to reach your sight, I try to guess the song that's in your head, I'm only thinking Of how I will dream of you tonight, While looking through the window from my bed,
Pearls of fantasies shine in the waters of hope That February turned tears to. We will certainly free weakened hands from the ropes If wonder is all that we do.
I'll paint your sweet portrait with tightly shut eyes With pleasure whenever you ask. Though hands ever shaking and colder than ice Do find it a difficult task.
Discover the lands of forever - Of harmony, beauty and peace; Your reverie's worth the endeavor Of searching a moment to seize: A moment to linger for years, A perpetuated romance