At three oclock A peak, I took My head, I shook Onto the window sills The stars, I gazed I felt amazed And fear was razed Onto the window sills I looked mostly ill Breeze blew with thrill Heavens! What should I feel? Onto the window sills I saw you from above Confessed me your love Yes! My heart you can have By: Maria Iesa Angela Quinto Testa Written on July 15, 2015