Was I really the fire that caused you to melt?
Do you know how it feels to be asked the sun
when all you can offer is the splendour of its reflection
placed in a vast, night sky,
together with the incomprehensible wonder of diamonds –
breathing and demised?
Do you know how it feels to be asked a rainbow
when all you can offer is the rain that comes before –
the one that contains droplets
which could be of both
glee and poignancy?
Do you know how it feels to have the world
that witnesses clarity in darkness,
light in shadows,
and jubilee in melancholy,
But still not be desired?
Do you know how it feels, my dear,
to have everything
which, in your eyes,