There's no such thing as love
What we are enchanted of in the other
Is a projection, fantasy, a fabrication
The good twin of the other gender
Or the dark twin that is really ourselves
That I think of you all day
Is a proof of my delusion
When you say what I dreamt you'd say
It's ventriloquism, like when the poem
Starts to write me, instead of the other way
The proof is when I want you to be shy
You are, and when I want you to insist
You do, when I think I ll see you, you appear
When I want to be alone you vanish
There's no way I can really be in love
With someone as perfect as you
You are faultless, fantastic
Marvelous, superb
No woman has ever been this fine
Sweet scorching love of my life
That's why I ve invented you
To burn my heart