My love will reach you,
Like the streaks of light
When the sun rises in the meadows.
It will slip right through your window
To touch your skin, caress your hair,
And you will wake up with the cold breath
Of the flowers everywhere.
By then the gloom will go away,
Your gloom will go away.
But if rain must put out the fire of dawn,
My love will reach you still.
Through the droplets that fall atop your roof,
Through the moist that slide down from the pane.
As you look outside and sip your tea
And watch the strangers peacefully,
I hope that you remember me.
Do you remember me?
