After I saw her, I knew she was the one.
I knew, oh I knew well about her
She breathed as a being I wanted to preserve in my art.
She possessed power over me that summoned me without surrender.
I'd go mad without her;
I want to kiss her beauty so well,
Only my lips can entertain a supple soul like hers,
Desperate for someone like me.
I have acquired dreams of planting kisses,
Holding her delicately in my arms as I strum her hair.
I want to love her, making her my statue.