That love you've told me about?
I want to feel it.
That song you've told be about?
I want to hear it.
That rose you've told me about?
I want to catch its scent.
That joy you told me about?
I want to see it.

I want to have them
The way you promised them.
I long for them, as you have told me about them.
Let them then be real, let your words come alive,
For I have been waiting
Ever since the day you spoke of that promise,
The one you left me with.