Why is it that I keep tending to my wounded wings
Only to have them shot down by you
Again and again?

Why do I keep seeing you as the fallen angel,
And me as the wicked devil who has wrought
Disaster onto our love?

For is it not the other way around, love?
Is it not you who has torn it all apart,
Who has ripped through the layers of my heart
And snatched my soul into your hellish claws?

Say only yes, dearest,
And perhaps I may decide to lay bare my chest
For you once more.