Love and time made me the man I am today;
still don't know to which of the two I should blame more.
I found myself writing this poem as soon as you left.
I wrote it while contemplating the possibility of walking on the moon
and drawing flowers on its sand.

I must admit I am enchanted by your beauty.
There's something really peculiar about your smile,
your laughter and the looks you give under your glasses.
It's like black magic for my heart.
I've never been so scared to see someone go,
even if it's only for a moment.

I'm not saying I'm in love with you,
I'm old enough to know how to hide that feeling,
but I would love it if you let me follow you down.
There's so much I wish to know about you;
for example: if you like flowers drawn on the surface of the moon.