I could breathe her from two hours away.
I could taste her over the phone, yes I could, and,
I could have loved her even if she was on the other side of the world.
I could have loved her still.

If I didn't know any better I would had thought,
that she was Daphne, the Nymph Greek Goddess and I was Apollo, trying to unearth this bleeding arrow,
so madly in love with a beautiful Laurel.

She called me Yogi Mou, for reasons unknown.
She had me wrapped around her pinkie toe.
Again, who would had thought?
Not even a Psychic could had foreseen it
and she made love with the force and scorching fire of a Phoenix.

I was a fool to think my love could have kept her, yes I was.
Who would had thought? And so it goes, like a Tornado she is gone
while I walk through the ring of smoke
she unconsciously leaves behind
and from here to the Pacific Ocean
leaving traces of her broken heart.