Watching a pale figure, on a video screen,
that's the closest he got to true love.
Others had girlfriends to tightly hug,
and everything the guy had,
was that pale figure of a woman.
Was that a reason to feel sorry about him?
The young man didn't think so.
For him, that imaginary woman was his queen,
and together, they lived in a perfect world,
where no form of love was forbidden.
Maybe it was only an illusion,
but, for him, it was paradise.