Embrace the haze of the hearthy hidden elf that has blinded me by rays
She's distant but pregnant as only her baby will be entirely innocent
Ideal love is only to be found too high above among tender but toxic spacy stuff, so never wait for lonely days
My existing wife will strive for supernatural sincerity despite her devotion is sharp as a knife, so why do my thoughts ambiguously bend?
My favour for the woman of my dreams like an elf is too peculiar, so I should stop gazing at the star that sparkles both too faint and far
So loyalty to my existing wife is as vulnerable as a princess on the pea, therefore I still can see that love's scar can feel so perpendicular