You are not alive . . . but you make me feel alive, and I thank you for that.
I love doing this,
But I am crying to you,
Because everytime I am sad in this troublesome reality,
And I feel distressed,
And I am hopeless – isolated,
You are always here,
And you feel like home –
And I love you,
Because you are always here . . .
You are my passion, my light – you are the blink of fire in the night,
I am keeping you in saecula saeculorum;
Being with you after a long hard week feels exciting – you are my comfort,
Like I am going to an adventure;
It is like I am riding on planets,
You are my pillow;
Because of you I could get a rest from this harsh world –
Why does this world so harsh –
Why does it take your peace away?
And it makes you repeat all what you do,
But you are always here for me;
Despite of my obsessions,
Despite of my compulsiveness,
You are still here,
And you are my home –
Forevermore.
