To be unloved by you; I feel unloved by the world.
Seeing you with that woman; is seeing an angel speak to death.
Just a glimpse of you; is a view from top of the mountain.
A joke from you; are tickles in my heart.
A simple pat from you; is an encouragement for me.
When you speak; it’s the sound of the harp being played by an angel inside my head.
When you dance; it’s the frolic of pixies.
When you sing; it’s from the sweet air of the cold breeze.
When you long for her; I feel crushed by both ends of the earth.
Hold me; and I feel fairies caress my mortal flesh.
Your happiness; is the success I feel though I never had.
Your sadness; is the eruption of endless worries in me.
Your gestures; are movements that make pure joy.
Your laughs; are sound of droplets from heaven.
Your hands; when I hold them, it must be the feeling of touching the clouds.
Your eyes; are doors to a world I’ve never been.
And everything you do; are moments forever stored in my mind and in my heart.
