Your fair figure reflects in one dewdrop on the grass,
this is how I know it will last.
Like the flowers in spring, filling the once darkened earth-
you supply my soul where emptiness once reigned.
Feeding me emotion not once before gained.
So I move on, to the polarity of clarity-
stretched to heaven on a string.
Questioning a century of risen morals,
while skillfully counting my sorrows...
It is only you I long for,
only the blue from your eyes, uplifting my senses-
as if stealing my entirety,
while the piercing breathes aggravate my mind.
So blinded by feeling,
I walk as the wind does.
Hovering over wandering wonder.
Dressing in transparent emotion...
yearning, for an inspeparable glimpse.
There your fair figure reflects once more-
in a freshly fallen snowflake.
Only to be drained by change.
This is how I know you will go.
This is how i know you will stay.
This is how I know what's to come.
For everything is destined to change.