It is strange, I cannot find

Something of you, on my mind

We travel far, we enjoy

Sitting on desks, you make me fly

 

It is wondrous, just to see you

As if only you were true

All others are flawed and sad

Your little finger makes me mad

 

And all of my worlds collapse

When I put my head in your laps

I could feel truly free therein

For me, it is the only heaven

 

There are no words, I cannot find

Something of you, on my mind

That makes you so precious to me

Your invention it has got to be