From the rise of the golden empire on the sky,
           to the silver one shining over
            my head,

From listening the morning songs of those perfect singers who fly,
           to their coming back to bed...

From the time I get conscious,
         to the tiime I'm intoxicated,
               I'm addicted,
To borrow some words,
                     from nature's hymns,
To colour them in my emotions,
                     & create my own rhymes...

you were always so dedicated in fixing my hair
everytime you stop, you smile and stare
i was so sure the galaxy was in your eyes, not outside of earth
fast heartbeats and halted breaths right after you've found tranquility in my shoulder
when tears have filled my eyes you were there
your chin rested at the top of my head trying to make me feel better
i've never felt so beautiful and fair
until you told me i was, you even swore
those ways got me and my soul ensnared
by you, a debonair, and your words
but do you really care?
i have thousands of questions hanging in the air
i don't ask for i already know the answer
maybe you do, until you've found her.
maybe you do, but i can never be her.
maybe you do, and i wish i was her.
maybe you still do but now i just want to take me back from you
oh please, tell me i still could.