Dear Love,
Fly me to the moon and make everything easy for I am too tired of all that moves.
Hold my hand and lead my way or I'll die without knowing how love is like.
Build me and you a home so isolated, and remind me the wonders of nature.
Recreate the music that sings of wrath that love can make:
Let my feet walk on yours and make a way out so bright and clear.
Weak hearted yet let me throw myself on you
Blindly I'll fall, believing your hands will hold.