You are the moon in distant skies; I know this lifetime will pass in vain, yet I'll never have you, so I never even tried to touch you; only gazed from afar and wept with laughter!
Sometimes all of life's gains feel utterly empty— be they rare or priceless, still in my life, know this, everything is worthless before you.
I reached out my hands for you, yet again and again returned empty-handed. I've accepted that the worthy receive what they seek, while the unworthy end up in gutters at day's end.
Know this though—until the moment before my last breath the ache of not having you and this emptiness will pursue me. Life may be terribly brief, but still whatever the Creator gave me of you in this life—that's not so little after all!
Such self-assured pride suits only you! You who are the moon in distant skies, while I am some tiny star fallen in a corner of that vast sky! Why am I not where you are— thinking this thought, my life passes away.