I wrote a whole book for you The main characters of my book were us two But looking at you made me remember How beautifully my book was written with a feather. It was a roller-coaster, you see? Writing on this book about you and me Then suddenly I realise The last page was missing a phrase. I thought a lot about what to write But something didn't felt right At the end I came up with a line Some words I started to align. 'My muse, my love, my one and only God's divine creation, you are so holy You are so imporant to me, my lover My dear, my queen, my existence's owner'.