Gloomy midnight attired in pitch black burka
Mounting chaos all-around and deep within
Am I not a castaway in a barren desert island
Not even a twinkling firefly as a glimmer of hope
Still dare to fancy the arrival of the armoured prince riding on a unicorn
To illuminate my dreams with butter milk moons and twinkling stars
to carry me to an enchanted island
to be in eternal spring
Where fragrant roses dance to the rhythm of our jingling giggles,winking mischievously
And the sky above celebrates our reunion witth fire works of thunder and lightning.
