Throght raw abis

Since your beauty I have seen
I can not sleep
Soft as heaven and cotton's sheep
You're part of one dream
of my
Where I, can fly, so high
Of heaven above
And fall so slow to hell below
But that dream makes me live
Things that I haven't live before
Be four of five thousand dreams or more
Cause I only need that your eyes
In a mirror reflected
could see how of beauty you were infected
And at last, by your own...
Until you fly and our destiny shown
Me flying with you... if you want
But your happiness its the only thing that counts...


(The title are the initials of one name)