Wishful Thinking
My love,
Standing by the bedroom window,
My head rested on your shoulder.
Do you remember?
We were in heaven
A nice breeze caressed our faces.
We were mad with joy and love
You must remember.
My love.
As for me,
I've kept,
Like a precious treasure,
This delicious moment.
You said then,
"Darling,
Do you see the sun shining?
This is for our love,
Just for our love.
However, if for any reason,
The sun isn't rising for a while,
Our love will be enough
To warm us up.
Maybe all the loves on earch
Will act the same
And will warm up the whole planet.
My love,
Certainly,
In reality,
Such imaginary event
Was not likely to happen.
But I felt such a great joy
Of getting on the wings of imagination
To listen to such delicious,
Unacquainted poetic, intangible things,
That sounded so sweet,
So divinely innocent in my ears;
That struck in my heart
The light of love;
That brought me,
Amoung ohter things,
A new vision of reality
and the belief in the possible union
Of good and beauty.