Beautiful Catastrophe

If I were to compare thy thoughts with mine, Success would be barely obtained by me, For you have made me feel this way inside, My mind is tormented by thy beauty. Where goest now? Deeper into my heart? By tormenting, thou hath made my eyes wide, By tormenting, thou hath play'd out thine part, The stars have an answer that I've denied. From pain, from constellations in thine eyes, Thou stays within the skies, but denies them. I give myself, so now with thou I lie, Pity me! For I hath now been condemned. To love, But I love thou eternally, Eternally, thy love hath set me free.