I have found myself in you,
sleeping carelessly,
and smiling like an infant,
just thinking of feeding
and other instincts.
I’m not lost in you,
in fact,
I have found myself in you,
dreaming innocently,
and smiling like a lover,
just thinking of a beloved,
and the day she meets.
I’m not lost in you,
in fact,
I have found myself in you,
loving yet fearing you,
just thinking of fire,
do you really have a Hell?
I’m not lost in you,
in fact,
I have found myself in you,
asking a garden of sexy fairies
is a fairy more pretty than you?
All right, but who are you?