the truth is that you are more like a quasar than a lover
you are distant and golden
i ask myself if you will burn me -
disintegrate my being -
if i draw too near you

they say that there are silver linings in clouds
but you are more valuable than any metal
you are more precious than if light had value
and my living was made in ultraviolet

some days you are icy and i wonder if stars can burn in reverse
i'm frozen, but i can't tell if it is hesitation or your wintry eyes
if i never see you again, let it be known
you are more like a quasar than a lover