Some nights when looking at the lovely moon
and I am here so far away from you,
I close my eyes and shove aside all gloom
and wonder if, like me, you’re looking too.
I think about your eyes and what you see
and how at times like this we seem to touch.
And though I wish that you were touching me,
and how I want you in my arms so much.
Who knows if we will ever meet each other?
It’s this that fills my heart and mind with pain
that you will always be my distant lover,
a dreadful thought that makes me feel insane.
But then I look up at the moon so high
and feel, at least, we’re touching in the sky.
