I wish I could sit with you under the maple trees at Victoria again…

And watch you playing with your chords, weaving magic…

I wish you could tease me with your fingers once again

And stroke away the hair strands from my forehead

I wish you could look at me while you build your castles in air…

And hold my hand tightly…

Never to let go.

I wish I could lie on your lap once again…

And read a book…

Or watch the light slowly fade away from the sky.

I wish I could star-gaze with you tonight…

…watch the moon…

or sip the dewdrops..

I wish I could explore the Lake with you again

…find out nooks and corners…

…spend few heated seconds…