Who will say to her:“My Mona Lisa?”Who will watch her sleep, like you did?Who will brush the bangs from her forehead?Who will whisper to her:“My poet, sleep!”Who will caress her lips, so warm?Who will sing her verses, like a nightingale?Who will gaze at her and cover her with roses?Who will whisper, kneeling by the bed:“You are my eighth wonder!”Who will bring her coffee in bed?Who will kiss her like a loving sun?Who will stroke her gently, with magic?Who will murmur to her:“Oh God! Don’t take my breath and my eyes! Let me watch her sleep like a child!”Who will call her on the weekend?Who will ask her in a sweet voice:“Sweetheart, how are you?”Who will be the cure for her heart?Who will build a nest in her dreams?You left!How did you leave, without waking her from the dream?You left her without a frame!