It can only be, that by, your loves memories, that I, treasure daily, could create, these sensations, that have now, interned, to become images, that have stirred up, my emotions, of you, which course, through my body, as I, am standing here, below your balcony, on this night, under the crescent moonlight, as a flame, flickers, in your room, while I, have pictured you, in the depth, of my sleepless dreams, walking, these dark streets alone, for a glimmer, a capture, of...