I am Tristan, madly in love with Isolde
a woman torn between the will of love and of status of a queen without love
and I
embark on this daisy
i feel your neck on the side of my nose
and i lift your hair and i feel the white pedal.
your face
small and yet again you are a small man.

I am Tristan and i am destined to love a woman
that will never be mine
only in the shadows of the night
will your kisses ever taste so sublime.