• It’s one o’clock, yet here I am.
    I lie awake and think of you.
    Sleep, sweet sleep, what is that?
    Sleep will not come to this restless heart.

    Four o’clock, you’re still here.
    How can it be that my heart still yearns for you so?
    Not a day goes by that you do not invade my thoughts.
    Mercilessly you march across my mind.
    You leave nothing untouched.
    How, then can sleep come to one such as I?
    One who is tormented by the memories of days gone by.

    I see you. I feel you.
    Your loving smile, your gentle hands;
    You tell me I am beautiful, that no one is my equal.
    Most of all, you whisper the words,
    I love you.

    Morning dawns; no sleep has come to this weary heart.
    I pick up my pen and begin to write.
    One o’clock, yet here I am.
    I lie awake and think of you.