The only time I can see you is in my dream,
So I cradle you close, tracing the fragile light on your face.
With a farewell kiss, I bestow on your skin—
Yet you laugh like a child, so pure, so fleeting.

My dearest one, my life-long mate—
If this is not love, then what else could it be?
A love not meant to last, but to be remembered,
So I set you free, with the dawn's gentle breeze.