Once someone wise said,
"Your real dreams won't let you sleep."
And in my dreams I see you —
and then I can't sleep.

Does it mean? — are you for real?
Is my love really sacred?
Am I your Arthur?
Are you my Margret?
Or is it just a fancy fable of 5th grade?

Giggles, snuggles — a child's dream in a bubble.
And your frolic nag — a game of tic tac.
And me? I don't know how to react.

I told your name to my mother.
If you say, should I act further?

Why these heavy rains always take your side?
Whether I am drenched in rain or love.
Did you see that symbol?
Yes! The white dove.

Be my confidant, be my life.
Let's take this step forward —
not for the sake of us, but just be a part of something nice.

Let's surprise this world, by living this moment.
A rendition, a reprise.