I stand before her and am blinded by her radiance
She spreads her wings and I am left speechless by their sheer magnificence
A stray feather falls into my hands and the warmth of it burns me
I watch as my imperfections change the feather to from a glorious white to an ominous black
At that moment I realize that she is forever beyond my reach
To touch her would be to damn her; to be with her would be to destroy her
My love for her is a scar that has been left on her chest
