Nights come and go,
I send them off with insomnia and verse…
In the morning, my day wants: “More…
For talent, I will give you sparks!”

I leave sleeping, in playful hours –
rhymes, cooking, walking, washing…
With thoughts of you, and the gray hours,
glow – on the dance floor of a new existence:

There my desires are white joy,
and aspirations are fed by dreams…
They have traveled long in youth,
in it your muse, still supports me:

“For warmth – I give you my heart,
and let your day want me more…
Every night, I promise you a verse –
to sleep next to you, in your sleepless nights!”