Today, the moon alofts high there, And I keep gazing it by some trees. In wonder, O how elegantly its fair Reminds me of you. In back, it sees You and me under its fellow land. I think as we walk on a same street, Laughing in bliss and hand in hand, But it's with some words on my sheet. The shaken and naked trees dream Of there, once-colored bright side. Awe to its wait, when every beam Of sun wants to immortalize your pride. I do nothing for you except this— Witness your every struggle and joy. Like a beholder, my eyes see you bliss When it comes to your face and ahoy. Winter shall be buried under a spring; Don't make your eyes weep in silence. With my words, your every dwelling In every world of divine, my reliance Should be your gaze, and forever, I would live in you, and am enough sure That if the world shall hate me ever and ever, Your love will be enough to me and pure!