Like a baby sun in the morning
And a new moon at night
So is her look — so nice and innocent
Through her heart, I can see the world
She is the one, who makes that perfection
She is the one, who corrects those wrongs of mine
She is the one, who never left
Some nights ago, I heard her voice, whistling, as if burning fire
Some mornings ago, she came to my bed and woke me up
Her nostrils are windows of life
Through which I do see the whole world at a glance
Through which I do see the whole world at a glance
Her heart is a real world of no pain
Whenever she sleeps in my arms
She doesn't close her eyes
She opens them and sees me through night
Whenever darkness kills my day
She shines from the sky
Where she lives, I don't know
Her body is untouchable
But her soul is always in my hands
