I love your illusion so much that it rules my life.
I make tea for two and give both cups to you,
It’s so expensive, so I save the bags and use them to dream of you.
the more I like you, the less I feel free,
while you maintain your purest form.
I can’t stand the thought of you knowing me.
but the mere thought of you excites me merrily
so much so, I don’t need to be free