Buy me a summer, where you will be,
the cool breeze that sweeps the heat away.
When those who lost the war will rejoice,
with their loved ones singing songs of joy. 
Be the flower that only blooms for me,
on a dried up land devoid of the wet touch.

Buy me a city with a million skyscrapers,
where people fall in love every single night.
Where bookstores only sell your stories,
all that I had secretly wished you will tell.
Be the poem that was written only for me,
on the bench of a park by a teenage girl.

Buy me a heart untouched by the miseries,
of a broken soul lost deep in the labyrinth.
A place where the young lovers go to die,
an abyss from which no love escapes.
Be the embrace of a mother to her infant,
protecting it from the perils of society. 

Buy me a future with only you and me,
where any distance between us is calamity.
A future where an apocalypse would strike,
if even for a day we do not fall in more love. 
Be the tempest that destroys everything,
that comes between us and our reality.