On some sleepless nights,
Beneath, the shining moonlight.

Wouldn't you glance at the stars?
Wouldn't you lie half-asleep?

Wondering as you sigh,
Thinking as you cried.

How it could have been,
How the heavens, have sundered.

Would you bequeath, my dear.
A favour, if you will.

Tis not lust nor intimacy I seek,
Nay, you are to be honoured.

But a moment of rest is all I ask,
A moment of solitude within your peace.