There was a time when i used to write
about you and me, about the moon and the sky,
about the wind and the dancing trees.
There was a time when i used to dream
of you and me, of smiles and tears,
of gossamer touch and subtle words.
There was a time when i used to hope
for you and me, for long walks at the beach,
for moon-lit nights and silly fights.
That was the time when i was more alive
with you,
with me.
