You are my oceans and seas
my flowers and bees
the joyous swaying trees
and all the present wind breeze

You are the hundred reasons of singing
you keep my hope hanging
you are the strummed strings
and all those pretty little things

I'll dry your tears when you're crying
though your thoughts are closed
and your moons be hiding
I'd still be here, darling

You make love sound like fiction
it seems unreal, and patiently
you put me in a dimension
where everything is placed perfectly

And then that world slows down
Your stars are dangling low now
Reaching for me, keeping me sound
In our universe, you're all I found.