I wonder. What the taste of moon and stars is?
Maybe they taste like paradise or heaven.
But then another question arises,
what if it all tastes like lemon?
You said you loved me very much.
It’s too easy to simply spill out…
I would like to stay in touch,
but I wonder whether I am allowed…
I wonder, if our love is fire.
I wander around the same desire.
I wonder if I’ll always admire
the fact that you are not a liar.
I would love to wonder more.
But rather as Poe said: “Nevermore!”