I am longing to see your face, 
To all the places that I left a trace.
How can I feel your presence, when you're not even here.
It's like a miracle, how things just suddenly disappear.

Our touch is only just a mystery, 
As for all things are just a part of ancient history.
To your nose, then eventually to your lips, 
It's more than anything how one kiss can create bliss.

But it was only a dream, and sadly our first date.
Life can be strange, so please let me reiterate.
We were together, and that was something that I always desire, but
Unfortunately, it's too late, for a dream had to inspire.

To the girl that bothered me the most, 
I guess you were the parasite, and I was the host.
For you were my Tinkerbell, and I was your Peter Pan.
I guess there are just things in life in which we will never understand.