The perfect girl

She passes by, just like the hours I spend here

Just to see her for a few seconds

Which are more precious than gold and silver

Because even though I don't know what she looks like, her dreams, and even though I don't even know her name

I can identify the call of her soul to mine

There she is

Is it her, or just a moonbeam?

Is it her, or just my imagination?

I must find out, even if it costs me my soul or my heart

Because I live for her

Because of her existence I reflect

I long for her, my beloved muse of unknown appearance

I know her from another life, I know it

And I would recognize her anywhere, I know that too

But something I want to know

Is if this is real or just a beautiful trick of my mind

But something I can find out just by feeling her presence

Is that she is...

The perfect girl.