I know you not quite well
Yet I foolishly surrender my mind to you.
Slowly and carefully you have cast a spell
Now my virgin heart only longs for you.
There is no need to push, I am already falling.
Once proudly tall, I’m no longer standing.
Knowing well that I am doomed to misery,
I will roll the dice and take delight in my suffering.

If pride really went before a fall, then, Lucifer is the inventor of pride.

Let it shine, the light in you.
Oh, and that’s delighting me!
Various colors shining through.
Elated, it fills my soul with ecstasy.

Waiting for you
is as delightful as
waiting for sunset.