The river...

In the perfect world you would be the prince
and I would be the witch at the castle door;
You would be an angel,
I would be a dwarf,
In the perfect world you wouldn't need me
and I would need you more,
You would be the sky
I would be the mounds.
In a perfect world you would be the prophet
I would be the lost sheep looking for love.
But this isn't a perfect world,
this is the most imperfect space
the most imperfect place on the universe,
where you are mine
and I'm yours,
where our souls have found each other
and they don't want to be apart anymore;
in this imperfect paradise,
you are the harmony
I'm the joy;
you are my lover
I'm your heart.
In this imperfect world
we are humans
playing our best role,
dancing in our own heaven in our own hell,
dancing without sense of time,
living without regrets;
this is our best creation,
the love in the air,
the passions have been released all over the floor,
where you are the choreographer
and I am the dancer ready to start the show.