Sweet and longed for
Manufactured by gods
Standing still without a tone
Calling my name with the most beautiful sound
With opiating movements
I can just surrender myself to the wave
Under which strength
Even the bravest and strongest lost their ground

Oh you sweetest meadow
You already run through my veins
Taking my body and mind
Making me go directions never dreamt of
The thrill of moment catches all that I can think of
Connecting all the scaterred, broken pieces
Into one wish
Kissable
Mine