Oh darling, what are we doing? Why you, at the moonlight, can’t tell me what’s going on in your head, were been here for a while, and you haven’t say anything, it’s so hard to look at my eyes and tell me the truth? Because I look at yours and I can see the universe, my truth, my loves, my fears, the whole creation, everything in the same place…
Oh darling, why can’t you tell me you love me?