How can a commoner desire a Queen?
She radiates a light he cannot bear.
A splendor sensed before it’s seen—
drawn—yet he dares not stare.
Can flesh ever love a soul?
The soul—beyond space and time, complete.
And the body—dust and ash,
falling
into quiet defeat.
And can a shallow breath
yearn for the ocean’s depth?
A breath—
as soon as it is born,
perishes—
unmourned.
But the ocean—
even as the roaring sun
draws from it—
remains whole and one.
But I am like a dreamer—
Like a river
running uphill—
My heart flows—
where it was never meant to go—
I love You.