When I saw your picture at the first time…
I taught I have seen my angel,
Whose presence I long to see so long,
But I was wrong…
Coz’ that was only a mere heaven-sent portrait.
I taught I have heard a love song
Which melody is lifting me up,
But it was not…
Coz’ that was only a special beat of my heart.
I taught I have touched the cloud nine,
Where I am leaping in so much joy,
But I was wrong…
Coz’ that was only a whisper which waking me up from dreaming.
I taught I have smell the garden of roses,
Which aroma embraces me softly,
But I was deceived…
Coz’ that was only a mere fragrance of petals of imagination.
I taught I have taste the sweetest cherry,
Which kisses my lips, filled with hearts,
But I was awakened…
Coz’ that was only a foretaste of a sweet flying smile of illusion.
I taught you were true…
But only a figure in a picture.
O angel, O precious, O beauty…
A piece of art of a flashing light…
A piece of photography taken by Mr. Cupid…
An Obra Maestra of St. Valentine…
O princess, captured by a greatest photographer…
O my lady, imprisoned at the humble-colored paper…
If only I know the way to help you to escape from that mystical photograph…
If only I know the magic spell to cease the power of sorcery…
I will waste no time to grab you out from there…
I will do and find all means just to make these illusions be realized…
If only I could make your picture a person before me…
If only I could make these fantasy a reality…
If only…
If only…
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