It's a shame that you don't get to see your eyes

It's a blessing that I get to see them,

to hold your hands and to tell the world that you're mine.

It's a shame that holding you only lasts a few milliseconds before you're no more with me.

Little wonder that the world disbelieves me when I tell them about you, about your beauty and how many good times we've had.

I've lived thousands of days and no day feels better than the day when we're together, holding your hands made of fog and your skin which I can see through, yet see you.

It's a shame that the world doesn't want to see you.

A thousand pair of eyes on me when I look at my lady

when I flatter her, the mouths beneath the thousand eyes mutter in disbelief,

I believe they acknowledge your beauty too

it's a shame that our love won't be sealed

Your beauty is too pure for the ordinary man to see,

It's a shame.