Back then, I found something beautiful
Tried to conceal it with my bare hands,
Hands that were so weary and rough
Resembling lost paths and barren lands.
I tried to mend that precious one
Struggling to mould it in my way
Forgot, that She wore wings of fire
And I offered her a castle of hay!
Flames and fumes were there to see
Sparks were all over the place
Toiling to restrain the fire
Foolish I was, She was the one to embrace.