As I lay my head to rest one night,
My eyes see only you in flight.
Your wings flared out in all their splendor,
Each feather a radiant white and all I can do is stare in wonder.
Your touch is both blessing and curse,
And so we can do naught but converse.
For if your heavenly light ever reached my corrupted hand,
I fear it would expose me for the demon that I am.
All I can do is languish here in the depths and dream,
Of whether we were meant to be.