I wonder why,
When the sky is low and the moon is bright,
When the stars sparkle and the sun freckles,
Why can’t the lovers meet
On their rightgeous path ?
Why is the distance so big
Between their short-breathed hearts ?
Why their eyes so deep
Won’t dive into each other ?
Why their skins so flamable
Are burning of no touching ?
I wonder who made love so complicated
If not the lovers themselves
I wonder where all of this is going
If not to an untold place,
Where the only question would be :
Can I make you happy ?