I’m like a mill, She­’s like the wind. I can­not live witho­ut Her breath.

I’m like a lake, She­’s like the rain. I can­not be witho­ut Her tears.

She­’s making me believe.

I’m like a fla­me, She­’s like the sha­me. I can’t touch Her, ’cau­se She could burn.

I’m like a night, She­’s like the day. We can­not meet. We have our turns…

But She­’s making me belie­ve. She­’s still…