I gaze upon your window bright,
When the world feels warm and near.
I whisper, “I’ll love you for all my life,”
But no one seems to hear.
When the world feels warm and near.
I whisper, “I’ll love you for all my life,”
But no one seems to hear.
You move so softly through your space,
Yet somehow find no peace.
With graceful steps and quiet grace,
You were my fleeting piece.
Now you brush your flowing hair,
Push it gently back with care.
And I, with longing in my heart,
Watch you, leaning from afar.
You turn and flick the switch to night,
The light fades from the room.
You lie in bed, so soft and still,
While I dream of my life in gloom.
17.01.1995
20:40
In the barracks
