Every day I stay in the corner for a ray of Claudia May
My distant love is rough becase she keeps my devotion in a cuff
Our small talk felt like a walk to her skin but her marriage is a love-life-bulk
I keep hope for the romantic rope that might reach her whimmy world in a sincere scope that she can cope
My brains are bound to her sound of profound purity of touchy eternity but do I have both my feet on the ground?
My friends and family bet that I should forget even her head and stop sleeping my fill in my wet bed
It's said that nobody's perfect but her autobiography caught my intellect in the middle of my nostalgic mom's memorial
So please Claudia make me feel at least at ease when we meet at the quays and see our troubled time reflecting brightly in the canal's breeze
Baby you probably won't embrace my glory days but promise me to whisper your dismays of the mistakes I made when we met
Only then I could slightly sooth my pain of your love that drives me insane in a life in vain