One love I never had
one love I wanted so bad
one love which filled my head
one love which now is dead

So beautifully it changes into a butterfly...you can hold it in your hand,watch it amused, Imagine situations which never happened, but if you start to look closer, it starts to change into something darker.Something full of hidden fear, something scary,still amazing,but in a different way.So different,that you cant recognize it,no matter how long you´ve been seduced by the look of the primal surface. It takes you to your knees, but wants you to stand up and open your hand,open your mind and let it go free. Actually it lets YOU free. Free of the false impression of gorgeousness of evil spirits hiding deep in the woods, shiny little demons watching your steps. Walking there alone with my head hung down, heavier than ever, full of thoughts of irreal realities . Falling down,but still awake,aware of frogs I stand there in the swamp,the swamp of sorrow. But as a memorie, I see a blistering movement on the sky, look up and see it, the love flying above me, seducing me again, but with a changed kind of way, a much more honest,true way,which I understand clearly. It blisters in the rays of the sunlight tearing the mighty black clouds into pieces. Light comes into my world again, and trough her I feel not so alone no more,but I know I cant have her. She was made for love, unreachable love of might and magic. My love, my love I can never have.But its better this way. I was given a chance to taste her life, to listen to her inner voice,to share our feelings....for a short period of time.