In a dream,
I'm on a desert island
Waiting for you,
Hoping you've not forgotten.
How happy
I would be to see you near
And how sorry.
If you don't appear.
Like old time,
We'd listen to the sea
Which is like music,
Leading to ecstasy.
Though knowing
It is no use to be blue,
I keep dreaming;
It may well come true. |