Make a wish and dream a star
may this little princess see...

My hope
you ever there...

Ever on from that first moment on
Vainly trying to catch a glimpse...

Every that falls
Vanishes in thin air...

Fragile
weak,sweet and soft...

Written around 8 or 9 syllables per line
Hair as golden strings of a harp...

Kind tenderness in your eyes
Approaching me step by step...

Touching every single part of you
Scents of ethereal places...

Dry up my tears with your gentle winds,
For your words cease my tears...

In my eyes-not again
sunshines in my way-again...

I write for I have no inspiration
creating nothing saying lines of ink...

Silence-in the quiet eternity of th'ethereal night
in heavenly places that are only there for you to...