Sailor Moon

Oh, my love...
Can I not be jealous, but of the wind
That touches your face
In these moments in which
I cannot?

The whispering wind
Which returns the tides
Silences the night
Enchants each single leaf

Oh, my love...
Can I not be jealous, but of the wind
That touches your face
In these moments in which
I long for you?

Oh, unabashed wind...
Sweep gently through his hair
Touch his cheek
and ever so gently,
Brush against his lips
Set breath to his dreams tonight
My nod,
My sailor moon