It's kind of my god! She is strong, almight. All time, when I close my eyes, Right a front of me I behold your face. You not a ghost, Who chase all night You real, but only on my mind!
Like a butterfly, which sitting at your fingertip You can escape at the wrong moment, plunge into the deep. Images and visions, they lost in my sense. I must to try to restore them, nothing else Matter of me...
Disturbing me, discompose brains, you like a dope. Feel pleasuring, warm in heart, you give me a hope.
You close and farther at the same time Than most in the universe distant star. Full of power like strings of the guitar, With a speed of light makes all inside out.
Holding over a piece of paper with a bated breathes I try to describe you, your beautiful magic likeness. But there are no words in all known speeches There are no more paper to portray all details
You not my love, you not my rage You – might of world, We know her name is idea!
Every day, waking up, I'm waiting For the dark, for the night. I wish to close my eyes and hear your call, Fall into the dream like waterfall.
Aw, fantasy! You not my love, you not my rage You – might of world, We know her name is idea!