On that cloud, I float, feeling that marvellous fluff of cotton candy tickle my cheek like any child would remember,
On that cloud I watch the changing moon shine swiftly from night to night, two faced as always, staring upon thy glistening body with fascination.
On that cloud I watch thy wings, swimming in the sky like any pegasus would hope, alas, to me, as I stare upon you from the Rosen skies, imperfections seem nonexistent, and I dream as any adolescent would~~
I must, however, release my bow and watch your eyes sparkle with love towards another. To love is my job, to be loved, is my sin.