When every night thou kip,
forget not someone never does,
thy thoughts fly him to dreams,
away, far away from the worldly buzz.
And a mortal, devoid of powers,
watching people drown deep down,
love's a ferry in a stormy river,
under the sky where clouds frown.
Thy love he must have felt,
may be thy happiness was what he wanted,
a hurdle in thy life so calm,
walked away he, against a wish never granted.
Smile not for thou, but him,
thy joy would be a world at his feet,
the secret his heart now hides,
tell he would, in paradise when both meet.