There she is sitting
Four meters away
In this chilled library
Yet less cooler than her blood
She’s busy with her journal
Probably unaware of my presence
Sitting just on adjacent table
And if light-years away
I recall the moon I saw last night
It was supposed to be brighter than always
It must have been. I couldn’t make out
But it surely wasn’t half as good as the face I love
I know she will never even think of loving me
But o sun, o moon, o stars I plea
Take my share of smiles away
And give her sorrows to me, you may
Take away that last hope, that last bright ray
But you have to fulfil the wish that now I say
