I might be somewhat egoistic
I could be very indiscreet
I might be rude – just by statistics
And just insensitive a bit.

I might be full of flaws, my dear
I can regret some things I do
But I have one good trait, it's here:
I just can't stop my thoughts of you.

If I offended you, my deity
Please, have some mercy and forgive
My heart of steel is slowly melting
So now it has some love to give.

Where are you, heart of mine? And what’s the distance
That separates my humble self from you?
What are you doing? And, for instance,
What thoughts attend out of the blue

The precious head of yours? Am I among them?
Nod if that’s right, shrug shoulders if that’s not.
My dear, I can’t stand much longer
Not seeing you, for it's by you I'm caught.