Because you are not here...
T he light of the moon does not shine through my window in the middle of the lonely night and the stars have lost their shine for I don't want to wish upon their soothing light, At dawn the sun comes up without colors, and the sea looks gray and sad; my heart has noticed your absence, my whole body aches for your heart, so in the west, when the day is dying the sun will have to go off without my goodbye and no hues of mauve and amethyst will color his parting sky. Sign in to see full entry.