This never ending dream,
Whether I'm awake or not.
This divine feeling,
Miraculous bliss to be sung of.

Under a blanket of stars,
the dream of love dwells.
A soul full of scars,
is waiting for your spell.

For those emerald eyes,
one man's soul secretly cries.
For all he hopes is
to share his deepest emotions with you.

Will love answer hope's call?
Will the poet's lips be dry no more?
Will those crimson lips,
answer a poet's call with a kiss?

Once more love has failed him.
The anger now emerges from within.
The storm of emotions he knows so well,
came back to haunt him yet again.