I can't tell which God in history sacrificed himself to create out of the miracle a gazing divine beauty like her.
No imperfections on her body,
as all the others tell, while the majority insatiably eyes her,
but I was longing for the reflection of her soul in her eyes.
I cherish endlessly the radiance
In her vibrant voice,
the melody of her alive or just breathing.
Can't fathom, but she is a majesty,
Bestowed in serenity I am,
when she is walking by.
She matched a fire in countless hearts in this world and blows them out without knowing.
Endeavour the obstacles of distance to her, she's far away but so near,
Strange to dream of her when I'm wide awake.
Tenderness, I desire to touch her curly hair, before I give in, I rather tie my hands than to hurt her fragile skin.
There are things I want to say,
things she and I could talk about,
but I fear that putrefaction coming out of my cut hurting lips.
She kills me, and I'm just someone,
So it doesn't matter,
I am an idiot without bravery to speak to her about the place in me, she got,
She will find someone better.
But in my afterlife I can say that I could've loved her better,
But I already loved her more than the hands of live could give.
