You tell me that I am yours How can I... Jacilene Arruda

You tell me that I am yours
How can I let you go?
If you call me back?
If you fear that I might leave?
Do you wish to dwell within me eternally?
I speak to you of the whispers of the wind, you listen and smile
As if you were thinking:
Why?
You call my name, again and again
I only hear:
Moon, Sun, Moon, Moon, Moon…