An hour, when I wake into her arms,
I feel the whole world fall behind mine;
time plays its moments so tenderly,
and I fly to reach that time.
An hour at midday, alone,
remembering all the good mornings with you;
and this time, time is slipping away,
just to reach your arms around me.
An hour when I am apart from you,
longing to live and to love you;
and time smiles devilishly
at every attempt I make.
The hour at midnight — you, again;
I wonder how lucky I am.
This time, I am living the reality,
and I hear the words of love in her heart.
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