She came to me through a dream.
The moonlight, glistening through her hair and lighting up her blue skin.
Sitting there on my windowsill, much like an alien beam!
So beautiful and rare, this magical goddess couldn't be my kin.
She crept out of the window and into my bed,
Her soft skin against mine as we lay there with much care.
The next morn I awoke, with her beauty still in my head.
For If she was mine, worlds would collide, and my heart would tear.