I wish you knew about
(the magic that I know)

It's not because she is beautiful
(and she is more beautiful than summer)

Or that her mind is a river of wishes come true
(because she sparkles like stars reflected in night water)

She could tell you about how her soul sings up into
the spheres
(but you wouldn't be able to listen)

And how her wings spread just like an angels
(but you wouldn't be able to see them)

And every word that comes out of her mouth caresses
my soul like honey
(but you wouldn't be able to feel them)

No one notices the gods anymore