My heart is like a hummingbird,
forever in a cage;
My heart is like a jasmine flower,
whose peddles do not age;
My heart feels like an orange fruit,
that does not meet the ground;
a fruit whose skin is pierced,
with cloves a thousand round;

My heart slowly burns,
in a pool of endless tears;
My heart swiftly stretches,
from love suppressed for years;
My heart will lay to rest,
and let my body free;
If you show and claim it,
depart it shall from me;

Your gaze is like a breeze,
that carries lavender dew;
Your face a white carnation,
blooming bright and new;
Your hair is like a nebula,
a golden cloud of stars;
Your hair a silver blanket,
a patching for your scars;
Your hand is like a corporal,
a priceless silken veil;
Your hand I long to caress,
To hold so warm and frail;
Like a floating smoke of incense,
like a wind slow and frais;
Your voice is serene and gentle,
your voice lights up these days.

My one desire is halted,
for many view it wrong;
My sinner's crucifixion,
my server's loyal song;
I hope my death will free you,
and keep you safe from wrong;
I hope my dedication,
will show you to be strong;
I wish to only please you,
to fuel your smile's light;
I wish to hear your laughing,
and crying is alright;

But rather than united,
we'll be torn in two;
You'll be locked in darkness,
I'll be tortured through;
This is the evil result,
of showing hidden truths;
This is the fear reaction,
to love in separate youths.