If the night can turn to ink,
To print the thoughts I think, then maybe I can start to write
But will there be an end for to write about my love .. Needs forever to expend.
If the language of the moon can describe the woman I loved
If the sound of distant seas lend the words of which I write
I may write this great story..
But will it ever end for to write about my love .. Needs eternity to expend.