I knew love once, I held love once,
I remember her perfect face.
I ran away from her once and today.
I wait for no-one.
What did you do?
I love you and you are me leaving for the damn wars.
War don’t care about you and I do.
Paper, pen and the memory.
You were so beautiful.
We had the Spring and we had the Summer.
I left and I came home in the late Winter and
you and I.
Became the sleeping moon and the raising sun.
Never to met as lovers again.