I was Marcus Arelius in love.
Eh rm, except with a woman.
I was an excited spark in flight,
Ah hmm, albeit alone.
My want is mine own, young und old.
Uh trmm, time undulates.
I was in travail against the mighty sea;
my love is a pastiche of a masterpiece.
A nubile spirit waited for me,
Ihh blmmm, my amber moon.
I was in love in love in love
Ohh strmm, my world exploded.