My savior has come,
Beneath the guise of a girl,
Soul so soft and pure.

Blonde, brown, red, black hair,
Constantly shifting her head,
Left eyebrow terraced.

What’s the point of life,
If you are not beside me,
But only inside.

My ears need music,
That symphony in your voice,
Those tones I adore.

-July 1st 2013