Do you think he'll ever see me?
Do you think he reads my poetry?

We share every "good morning" and every "good night"
He calls me beautiful and kisses me at midnight,

But do you think he knows that I want sometimes
to sing in small bars with dim lights in a red dress
or that I wish to spend much of my time looking at the ocean?
With the salty wind in my hair or through an airplane window.
Does he know? That I want to speak Italian in its country and
laugh while playing cards after dinner that i cooked with friends
I want to take so many deep, soul-touching breaths in so many different places and learn so many names

Does he know that I love to dance?
Or that I sometimes am good at it?
Does he see that I think in melodic lines punctuated with love?
Does he know well,
that I want to do all of this with him,
to adventure, step all around the world, make love, laugh?

Do you think he wants that too?