You are the trip I did not take,
You are the pearls I cannot buy.
You are my blue Italian lake,
You are my piece of foreign sky.
You are my Honolulu moon.
You are the book I did not write.
You are my hearts' unuttered tune,
You are a candle in my night.
You are the flower beneath the sun,
In a dark sky a bit of blue,
Answering disappointment's blow
With, "I am happy! I have you!"