Modern poetry at eleven in the evening

Every night at eleven o'clock,

sometimes you are asleep,

but I still think about you.

Images of you keep appearing in my mind.

Sometimes I wonder,

Do I really like you?

But the images that keep appearing,

are my truest heart.

Now my heart is calm.

Now I want to say to you:

I really like you.

If I can,

I hope I didn't meet you in my dream.

If I can,

I hope that I will wake up in the morning.

If possible,

I want to walk with you under the umbrella in the rain,

If possible,

I want to stand under the rainbow after the rain with you,

If possible,

I want to walk with you after the storm.