What’s the way into your daydreams?
How to be that word in silence, the one that always makes your heart scream.

Can you learn it without guidance?
Can I be your one true virus? The one that plagues all your thoughts.
The one that makes your heart stop.
Tell sweetheart if I can, tell me I can your man.

In my mind, your face is drawn, painted as the paragon.
And in your arms I must belong, that’s why the Muses sing my song.

Though your heart I long to win, to force your love would be a sin.
So like Astrophil gazed on his star, I’ll learn to love you from afar.
I won’t be careless with your heart, the way most men usually are.

For treasures here on Earth abound, yet I’ve found none that match the sound,
Of your laughter and your voice, or the beauty of your poise.
The cause of pain or all my joys, rest on the words that make your choice.