The Mortal

Ethereal Goddess, give me your light Your beauty is ineffable, and cold as ice Your heart must be a labyrinth full of tales Euphoric is the man's love that never pales. Your voice must be quite lyrical when you speak A lullaby of love, versed with a birdy tweet. Did all love stories have romance in such a way? Perhaps you just narrate day to day. We mortals could never quite contemplate the likes of you, The stories never do justice, if I were to tell the truth. My heart would be in oblivion and tossed into space if ever I had a chance to behold your face. For our destinies may never be intertwined And the stars never quite aligned But hope still holds love for me to give me peace internally.