My love for you was worth a life
With thunderstorms to weather.
I was about to be your wife.
Thank God we're not together.

We meet the dusk and dawn apart
In distant motels, distinct beds,
With two, distinctive plots per heart
And stories printed in our heads.

We go to sleep two times a night
But still, we see a common dream
Where me and you, in shattered light
Still love each other and redeem.

We wake up sweated, at a time
Then make a shower, drink a tea
And take a walk through rain and slime
To think again of you and me.

And so, we keep this fairy-tale
As pure, as angel's feather.
A dream can never crash and fail.
Thank God we're not together.