Aphrodite would be glad to find him
Not even her ego would win
Nobody ever found a Diamond in a ring
They’re too hidden in streams
But only miners and jewelers can tell if a stone is precious or not
Would he dare to be mean?

Skies are jealous for not having him
Sweeter than the clouds and brighter as the spring
Heavenly side he throws to the Wind
Prefers to be free instead of screaming
Fresh is his last name
And it's the one i couldn't bring
And only between his arms is where i'd be blooming