My wings fracture as you demand what I cannot give,
Images of my form,
though I've whispered no.
In this strange dance, I despise the shell and cherish the soul within—
Yet you remain blind to its glow.

Your eyes seek only bare skin; they dismiss my silent plea.

Every inch of my heart
Is yearning to be discovered
Seen and felt and loved
By the tips of your fingers
And when you retreat your hand
Your scent still lingers

The lonely star
shines diamond bright
a jewel with no setting
lost in the cloak of velvet sky
Then an Angel came
and bore him aloft
to set him in the diadem
of the King of Kings