No words or music ever reached the height Of sweet, wild wonder trapped inside a soul, No song of birds; the endless, silent whole Of Heaven only can contain the dreams
You trample carelessly beneath your feet. You tread your way through my soul’s starry night; You tread my verse and smile and think it sweet. You tread through Paradise, whose pathway gleams With golden Hope. Dante won his fame,
But lost his Beatrice, through love and pain. My journey through your stars means only this – To lose or win, your love, and pain, or bliss. If I lose you, then Paradise is lost.
No fame can pay me that eternal cost.