Lawful

Everything is spotless when it comes to you,

it doesn't matter whether the sun brights or not,

I do not care either about the laws of physics,

only the trot of hundreds of horses

coming right to me can I heard;

just to see you paces me up so wildly

that poppies, lilacs and lillies in the country

vividly sprouting I may see.

Fearless I sing to you now

I have always and forever I will love you

and the sweet honey of your eyes

and the sense of your young perfect body,

as soft and pure as the caress of my hand on the spring lawn,

and the taste of your opiates lips,

as burning as blood, as tempting as hell, as refreshing as morning dew,

and the way you play with me like the fool child I am,

living an astonishing fairytale

even though I am sitting inside a grey cube

with just my desk and an awfulf borring laptop

in an eight days week.