You :

Write poems that make me ponder,
But finally, finding no answer.

Hide behind those bars,
Who knows if you don't mean scars.

One winter day, send me to dark eternity,
Knowing well that I would colour your sky artfully.

Feel perturbed when I write love poetry on your face?
Love, for sure, this is the case.

Are influenced by the Moon ?
So your heart turns into typhoon...

After all, you don't change...
... And,
D. for Darling,
You know what?
Don't change anything,
'Cause despite all that
...
This is how I love You.