Yes, your beauty Haven’t gone unnoticed today, Nor it was ever questioned before In my head … The Oracle has proclaimed Thee The One And Michael Bolton has already sung His song Like only twice before In my quite a long life. Yes, I got stunned, And put up my boorish face (excuse the pun) As a shield protecting from your rays, Before I shake off the stun In fear of again being banned, From your grace. Don’t worry, I won’t compare you, to the summer day Nor use any other Of the Renaissance no-sense In modern times We live Beauty is easily Generated by algorithms, And rhymes are created From random searches For words Multiplied billons of times In the heart of The Machine You won’t get me broken either, Finally in my life, I’ve come to the place, Where emotions Don’t matter that much Anymore They hurt, They still can burn, But then I sing Pink’s song, Or “Burning heart” And I can get by. You see I’ve been to hell, And I have looked In the eyes Of the Devil … So yes, despite the pain And despite your heart palpitations I’m gonna use my brain And be ready to let you go Despite the desperation It’s not gonna be in vain It’s gonna win your soul If we’re to meet again once more
