Dreaming of your face again,
bright, with light, and shimmering.
Turning round, and staring at me with
your god-like, yet captive face.
You're beautiful,
just the sight of you makes me fall.
On my knees. A perfect being.
Touching me, and reaching you,
hand outscretched, you're glistening.
Holding me, untouchable you,
now my hand pulls way back with fear.
You're beautiful,
just the sight of you makes me fall.
On my knees. A perfect being.
You are so wonderful,
sent from god, in high heaven.
Seeing you, I'd easily lose it
in your bright, white and pale face.
