Small police box.
Entire blue and made of wood.
Creaking door, flaking paint.
Bigger on the inside, smaller, from the outside.
Time and space, plaited together.
Dark sky, burning sun and icy star.
The Lord of Time, a solitary traveler.
He is not afraid of dawn, is living in darkness.
Eternal and immortal.
His name, written in the stars, burnt in time.
Red sneakers, crumpled suit, a brown coat.
In his eyes, knowledge, wisdom, truth, power.
His two hearts are beating the rhythm of time.
A past,present and future are uniting in his hands.
My Doctor, a powerful lord, a man of wisdom.
Why are you lonely?
You're like God, mighty, wise, immortal.
One, alone, unique in huge universe.
You are travelling among the stars, Doctor.
Take me with you. Together, we will not be lonely.
Love me, Doctor.
You will not be alone... Until I die.