The first time I met Ophelia Bachman, I swear
Oh I knew, then and there, I would be worse for wear,
She was so high, high above me, so peculiar,
You may call me a cheat, or even a liar,
But boy did I mean it when I finally said
If she did not see me, I would rather be dead…
Her, a living, breathing creature of flesh and blood,
Of wonder and beauty, beautiful rose’s bud,
A smiling rogue angel, the light in the deep grey;
The colours of her soul lit the way through the fray!
What I only yearned for, my sole and unique wish
Was to never stray from her warm and free spirit,
She could never love me, always running far – whish!
And until the end, I never regretted it,
Such a beautiful day, the day she did conquer
The world and its people, they all applauded her.
‘Cause she’s so high ! High above me, she’s so lovely… ♪