I went with him to his terrace,
holding his hand as I never wanted him to leave.
Kept me awake with the shining moon,
wanted to wait until it’s next time.
I wasn’t afraid of the feelings,
nor was I intrigued by the moon,
that darkness wasn’t allowing me to leave him alone.
I was waiting for the sun to come
so that the brightness would let me leave, without telling.
I was asleep in his arms,
he was looking at me when I awakened,
the sun was setting while setting me free.