I wish I could tell you how pretty your soul is someday
So magnificent that the moon searches for you in every sky
So bright that even the sun asks the clouds to cover it up and let it hide
So Mellifluous that get the hermits hooked
So clear that the mist is scared to be looked... at
So imperial aura that your presence seems like a sweven
So pure that you are oblivious of your own beauty
And that wish of mine stays alive
Since that day would never arrive.
