Before I sketched him
He was merely an ominous shadow,
The dark side of the art

When I sketched his manly features
His metallic grey eyes and silver blond hair
He became my soul; my mate

Please,
Just like I sketched you,
Just like I made you become,
Please,
Paint my pain and my joys
into spectacular colors

Then I will become,
I will become your partner and your angel;
I wil become
your fiery red haired maiden from above