• I sit at my window
    listening to the midnight bird
    the dull, ignorant 'hoo hoo'
    to whom love is a foreign word.

    In my eyes, it is well known to me
    the word has stayed stored in my mind
    for i've met you, heavenly dove
    whom is loving, elegant and kind.

    Graceful arms hold me tight
    never in forever let me go
    that night when you kissed me softly
    you made the frozen torrent of my heart flow.

    Who are you- angel of salvation?
    or an insidious temptation?
    i cannot choose between the both
    that question needs contemplation.

    What is fated is something quite different
    which is why i've thought things through
    i cannot live my life without letting you know
    i'll always and forever, love you.