My heart is weeping as I write this;
its red strings snap with every word.
Though we have yet to meet,
I cannot lie to you.
Please, sweet soul I do not know,
our lives will change in unspeakable ways
should our gazes catch.
This is why, beautiful one,
my heart is falling apart.
You are my better half,
a war cry to my bitter lullaby,
but the holes in my wretched body are deep.
So please, beloved soldier,
pass beneath my window with averted gaze.
A woman with curled hair