The Incense and The Moonlight

From the time of the sorrowed nights He writes the letters - one by one With nothing to hide - and no one to read them all The prettiest girl alive - his beautiful wife The ink in his pen Start to end - and waste The light of the moon Coming in from the windows And the smell of the incense Both of them dance in a beautiful rythm The envelope covered in wax - a red, crimson wax The moonlight still shine - in the victorian's house. He took the list in his hand And took it close to his chest His hand slowly grabbing the handle - of the wooden window... And by surprise - he sends the list in the air The incense and moonlight dancing on the sky Both of them shine on the boy's glasses He look up at the moon Thinking about her... The list flying around By the power of the air - going up, going down and then finally up Fly up to her To his beautiful wife His lovely star....