You

You are the trip I did not take,
you are the pearls I could not buy.
You are my blue Italian lake,
you are my piece of foreign sky.

You are my Honolulu moon,
you are my book I did not write.
You are my heart's unuttered tune,
you are a candle in my night.

You are the flower beneath the snow,
in my dark sky a bit of blue.
Answering disappointment's blow,
with "I am happy! I have you!".