I tried not to cry, but still I cried;
I shouted to the full moon, asking where my love was.
I asked the moon to be honest with me;
in its red colour looking bright and marvelous.
Its poetry sounded very funny, and yet
It didn't want to answer my question,
It was too hesitant too look into my eyes,
And said my love was nowhere;
For someone else had taken it somewhere.

And in my dream I did not see you again,
Like I had done the very night before.
I was plunged into a world of ills,
Where all patients but cringed and screamed
At the top of their acrylic voices.
I was painted by my dream as a terror,
A poisonous lilac that all the vibes it had
Ran away in disgust and fear from me.
I had a bad dream, a faint tear, a nightmare.
And when I woke up, you were still not here;
You were not hugging me like you hugged her;
You were not kissing me like you did her;
You were not calming me
And not fantasizing me at all.

And I cried, I cried, and I cried again,
I was befallen by my own happiness and hopes,
And I have no more power and a friend,
In such a world makes me get lost.