His existence is only of a dreamt angel,
A soul without shape, my refuge.
Our lives, unburdened by comedy, are one.
Only he knows my heart and my skin.
My true love, with golden locks and sea-worthy eyes,
Caresses me and holds me close at night.
In those deepest of blue, I am neither cute nor hott.
He tells me I'm beautiful.
He trusts me, forgives my mistakes,
Feels my pain.
We are so deeply in love and luxury, he cannot tweak my tears.
Only he can march to my drummer,
And only he can sweep me off my feet.
Our love is united but individual,
for I am in him, and he in me.
No other person can overpower our mutual love...
For I am he.