How does he know how to love her
This man who has never been married...

Its Magic.
Magic how, and what I feel for you...

My Lady is a siren who conceals herself within her...
Her sweet ears deaf to the words of my love...

I wish I were the weather then you'd talk about me...
Rain, so that I could delicately trickle through...

I want to caress and kiss your hands,
stroke your wrists and feel you pulse...

For a brief moment the universe opened
A monochrome world burst into colour...

Left alone I grow from experience.
In solitude I gaze at the empty chair...

I saw you and I today.
My hand holding yours...

Alone.
Orbiting a nebulous planet...

So who gave you consent to thrill me?
Free licence to tempt and bamboozle me...

My sweetheart, I recall those January night times
I spent alone...

Neither you nor anyone sees me.
Standing, leaning or sitting there...