I deserve and I don't deserve anybody's love,
For I live in the consciousness that I have an unconventional character,
Praises are to these souls that have tried to seize the unseizable,
And a memorial for those who run away from the unbearable,
Oh, Love, when shall you fit me,
Perpetually!
I wish to drink your pink strawberry milk and drench in your turquoise, blue water, to live under your heart-shaped clouds.
Love let me believe in your imagery.