Another’s soulmate

There is a destiny in the way you smile,

in your panther-hungry eyes,

but it is not mine.

There is a future in your restless voice,

waiting to flower and bloom,

but it is not mine.

There is a love in your ever beating heart,

like the fury of a hummingbird's wings,

but it is not mine.

We are not to be entwined, 

an oak and a linden.

Because you are not mine.

(No matter how I wish you were)