La douleur Exquise

The wind blows so unaware
of the affection she has
making her dance, making her sway.
she moves in all his ways

the tree, she's so aware,
that she'd fall, lose all her pieces
 to the ground
if she kept dancing to his tune.


and the silent observer watches
confused and bewildered.
why lose yourself for him, who can't even see it?
Oh you're so unaware-she said,

The beauty of unrequited love
is misunderstood
I grow more and more
 in my loss

as he touches more lives
he's free and so am i
to immerse in his unawareness
and peacefully die