to you, i am exception,
that for love, you'd do anything
you would move the sun and the heavens
if only, you could see me a little longer

in your arms, i am light.
i dance on clouds and pull on the strings of a lyre
foolishly, i wonder and i worry
but ask, is an angel ever a burden?

to your ears, i am harmony.
indifferent to the songs and notes of many
but when i sing, you smile
and kiss the parts of my mind that were chaos

to you, i must be a god,
made of worship and prayer
yet, even an all knowing being
couldn't have seen a love like yours

know that immortality means nothing
for it is only a skin of myself, that i'd shed
if only, to be the one that you love
i would certainly face death