I am caught in your orbit,
I think you know that.
An invisible string ties me to you,
I believe you feel that.
How did it happen?
How does it work?
Is it you or is it me?
Or is it just my fantasy?
Are you a diabolic sorceress?
Did you make me swallow an alchemist’s potion?
Or is this just a lover’s feverish hallucination,
borne out of sheer fantasy?
To feel is to be.
So set your heart and mind free,
and they may lead you up to me,
or maybe this is just my fantasy.
I can’t tell if you’re real or a figment of my imagination.
Regardless, even if you did not exist
I would make you up; I would invent you;
A beautiful fantasy of my own creation.