First and foremost
Our story starts with a love
A twinkling kind of talking
Not in mourning, nor dove
He's a lonely boy reeling
From a year without feeling
And she just wanted a fling
Without a body for being
But they kept talking
All their passions and their dreams and their thoughts
He asked her questions
She replied with lessons loveliest taught
Took her hand, held it close
For it has shone on the light
Take her with him, he's sinking
And her wings will take flight.