it was December; almost midnight.
when winds sweep me away,
i see you with her with no light,
for your love with her glows with no play.
your actions show determination,
even if you have to cross oceans and rivers,
for her you will--with overloaded desperation,
and may as well give you great power.
oh how sweet that is,
little space between you and her,
talking in an aesthetic bliss.
what must the reason that will tear my fur?
even though i'm far away,
you've shown sorrow because of her.
did your love melted to her like clay?
or will i have a chance at you over there?
