Though you are mine, I am not yours -
And what sweet angelic love could not prosper,
Must I thrive in your shadow
and lie down as ashes are thrown?
Please take these wings that weigh down my back
For you, I was never meant to be.
And though that glow holds no warmth
But raptures of air, I can never catch you
If you fall, or grasp that forbidden heart,
So please, fly away and take your soul
And torment me not anymore
So that I may at least
Suffer the thousand stars in your search.