Deepest thought in my mind, is the stellated heart of mine.
Not for you, neither for me, but for the grooming darkness and unseen blazing.
Not to reach, not to touch, but to collect tearing over the shadow behind your grief.
Love me, please, I'll too, grasp and swallow your pain of depress;
Rely on me, please, I'll too, asleep on your shoulder as the sun rises over the sky;
Embrace me, please, I'll sure too, by your side as the sea aside the shoreline .
Waiting for every moment your love gets by, I'm the one figuring the clocks' tiking.