Know that when I met you,
the fireflies and stars seem to
sprinkle my darkest days.
I have not known how to talk to you,
after I fell in love with you.
My distance was in fact,
what kept me sane and intact.
But do you think I am made for love?
Now that I've figured out that the dove
always flies alone back home,
my heart would like to build her one.
Even if this love isn't
what she can often play out.
Do you wish to try,
or do you wish to fly?
Know that I'll stay
as far and as close
as you need me to.
