torments of a fated lover
Within my heart, a star ignites,
Yet daylight’s blaze dims its brightness,
For the sun I adore is far too close
And his brilliance blinds me, as if to say
I am unworthy, not destined to be
The one beside him, to provide the light
When night descends upon him.
The sun is the centre point,
Around which, all planets turn and spin,
Yet my star remains fixed
In its own lonely orbit, never to be touched
By his radiance, never to feel
His heat on my skin nor bask in the warmth
Of his comforting glow.
In him I see all I have not,
Charisma, brilliance, adulation
Stark contrast to my quiet solitude,
A star that shines for none but him.
And yet, I cannot help but wonder
If our roles reversed, could I be the sun,
And he the star that orbits me?
Alas, such thoughts prove futile, for in this life,
Our two lights are forever fated to pass by,
Forever out of reach, forever pining,
Forever doomed to love from afar,
To never know what might have been
Had we not been bound by day and night;
Nor the joy of holding him in my embrace.
Instead, I’ll shine as bright as I know how,
I’ll find satisfaction in solitude, and relinquish
The vision of a life I might of known,
Had I been a dog and not a lion,
Or shone so brightly I could be seen in the day.
I must accept my fate to never touch the one I love,
And mourn the loss of his light under the darkness of night.