I know surely you’re thinking of me, forI am strange, and you’re kind to the stranger

Find me, as time is a luxuryFor I wait, under this naïve moon

If your heart begins to carry burdensAnd you begin to feel your soul benightFor you, perhaps, you may become heavyFor me, my love, you will ever be light

The more I loved you the more I found me

My poetry has been engraved with your nameAnd my heart is by your memory scarred