I remember the way you were the only one, who looked into my eyes,
the only one who dared to distinguish truth from lies.
I looked across the way, everything hazed in beautiful light,
no one but you tried to catch my sight.
The last moments of that hour, we held each other in embrace,
and in the light of the moon, I saw a solemn sadness on your face.
We laughed together, whispered about our short time,
so unimaginable, serene, and somehow sublime.
I'm not sure if I can say it, or if it could be true.
But I think that maybe, I could possibly, love you.