If only I could tell you why I feel this nervous,
As on stranger tides we sail;
Against the rough waves I will have to steer us,
Because maybe, you'll fail...
If only I could see you when I closed my eye,
And know all that I don't;
That you'd love me as much isn't living a lie,
Because maybe, you won't...
If only I could know who and where you really are,
So that I don't trespass too soon;
In the quest of reaching the farthest star,
Because maybe, you are on the dark side of the moon...
If only He could assure me I haven't sinned,
In still feeling that you and I share a bond;
As if you were my candle in the wind,
And, maybe, my only lotus in the pond...
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But then the morning comes, and we turn back into pumpkins, right? (-Celine, Before Sunrise)