you are the trip i did not take;
you are the pearls i could not buy;
you are my blue italiam lake;
you are my piece of foreign sky.
you are my honolulu moon;
you are the book i did not write;
you are my heart's unuttered tune;
you are my candle in my night.
you are the flower beneath the snow,
in the dark sky a bit of blue
answering disapppointment's blow
with, "i am happy, i have you!"