To think that you are out there,
somewhere. Living, breathing, feeling.
Just like a normal human being.
Is hard to imagine, really.

What is it about you, anyway?
That makes me go so far astray.
Are you also just made out of clay?
Out of flesh and blood and love?

If so, then how come you have eyes
like the skies at dawn?

I've never seen those on a human before.
They raise my skin and stir my very core.

And how do you explain the blackness of your hair?
So fair, it almost sings songs of beauty sincere.

Am I the only one around here, who has noticed?

And your voice, so clean and serene.
It shrouds the air with it's pearly sheen.

Have you ever sung? Did the birds and the spirits come?

What are you?!
And what have you done to me?

Please, just return my heart.
Order your ghost to depart,
cause it's tearing me apart.
Please, show mercy.