He is a melody
I am a simple passerby
Frozen in awe
At the beautiful symphony

He is a beautiful bloom
I am the butterfly
Attracted to his beauty

He is unreachable
I am hopeless
We are not meant to be

He is a melody in which
I am not supposed to hear
A beautiful flower covered in thorns
That would give me an early grave

He is a melody
In which I was never meant
To yearn for
And yet, I still do