On that cloud, I float,

feeling that marvellous fluff of cotton candy

tickle my cheek like any child would remember,

On that cloud I watch

the changing moon shine swiftly from

night to night, two-faced as always,

staring upon thy glistening body with fascination.

On that cloud I watch thy wings,

swimming in the skylike any pegasus would hope,

alas, to me, as I stare upon you from the Rosenskies,

imperfections seem nonexistent,

and I dream as any adolescent would~~

I must, however, release my bow and watch your eyes sparkle

with love towards another.

To love is my job,

to be loved is my sin.