A rose stems from its roots.
A tree grows from its roots.
We came from two different places
You from the heavens, blessed with grace
And I from the dirt lands.
I wonder whether we'd meet plans
Or whether you're just playing with me.

Are you playing with my heart?
With your kind words dissecting it apart
Or do you genuinely are affectionate?

We come from two different worlds,
You an angel of the heavens
And I from where creatures roam...

Do we really belong together?

Does Frankenstein gets his angelic love?