My handwritten pages through the prism of a loving soul, Tell of the vicissitudes of true platonic love. I've created a world where it's just me and you. The poet's eternal soul is an ode to life. When the nymphs encircle me, In the midst of grace and beauty, I'll choose you, my dear one. I'll choose you, my dear one. That beats in tune with your breath, the call of life, But let me delay answering. For the gaze gives rise to the heart's elusive surge. The poet's eternal soul is an ode to life. When the nymphs encircle me, In the midst of grace and beauty, I'll choose you, my dear one. I'll choose you, my dear one. When the nymphs encircle me, In the midst of grace and beauty, I'll choose you, my dear one. I'll choose you, my dear one. I'll choose you, my dear one.