Your face, the color of your eyes, the complexion of your skin,
I do not know, I can only imagine,
In my dreams, my fantasies and my madness.
I delirium of an icon, a angel face
I got you.
It all began with an exchange of words,
On the pleasantries, glances and fixations
On an image that you've made of yourself,
In a vision I wanted you.
This is how it all began.