• Like the night-
    You are to be loved in secret.
    Like the moon above-
    Your kindness shows when we met.

    Your eyes like the stars,
    Burn through the soul that is me;
    I am drawn forever,
    Mercilessly, by the powers that be.

    But like the moon-
    Thou wish for the beauty of the sun,
    To burn brightly among men;
    To change what one wishes undone.

    I too have seen thou-
    With eyes so secretly.
    Wondering why, one would want,
    To change how mortals see thee.

    What thou hast left, unregarded-
    The beauty of thy soul;
    For what is shown from thy heart,
    Is more radiant than body, whole.

    The wings of the dove left clipped,
    Leave it wanting more-
    But thy wings art still serene,
    And thou should be meant to soar.