Tiptoeing on the tip of the Eiffel Tower.
Suite raindrops on my side,
the place before the place before the place where you hide,
I saw a wavering banner across the stars,
it went one through four,
the beauty beat and stung in my heart,
where is the dark?
Thou art vanish like this?
I thought we had this good and fixed,
now I see so clear the clarity lifts me aloft,
aflame on a magic carpet that no longer drifts lost.
I fly and I’m no longer scared of life albeit it is promiscuous.
I fix you this wish with ten thousand gifts wrapped in the silk of my love until you feel just like this.