I see you, watching me from afar. You will never get near me, and I will never approach. But I still gaze at you. I observe as the moon makes you shine in your white attire, as your wings spread and contrast to the midnight sky. I watch as their feathers now and then fall off and I watch as the white fluff turns to crimson petals. I watch and yearn; yearn for you.

But someday you will come to me, and I will cover you with the same deep crimson that your feathers become.