I was a lottery number for you,
most randomly in the drawing chosen.
And I realized - love is one,
but it is different - only desired.
Is that why I need it?
as an angel with wings to keep you,
to be your air fog
and at thy feet shall I quietly lie down?
I shuddered like a flame twisted
and I myself believed myself at last,
that I'm your living guide,
and that's what I dream of.
I am your lighted candle,
and I shine on you and open your way,
but lonely in the dark hour,
silently and slowly burning.
Goodbye and Kisses ...