The sun rises until it sets
Feelings are stagnant until it falls
Every glance at the goddess my heart hops
But the chance is lower and eventually drops
Fumbled heart is an abstract art
The meaning is there but missing a part
How could anyone be so foolish in fact
That loving someone out of reach and think they're still on track
Ripples of feelings, waves of agony
Act of the mighty, But none of the glory
Every inch of you sways me, sometimes even shook me
But the power of reality, feels like a painful symphony
