Our love is not like that in fairy tales
That end in happy ever after, nor
Is fleeting beauty cause for this amore.
If passions were the source, this love would fail.
I’m not a damsel, waiting for her prince.
I’m not a puppet that you can control,
And I’m not asking you to sell your soul,
To leave your friends in order to convince.
No, darling. We will soar on heav’nly heights
Above the crushing fantasy which lies
That love is selfish, effortless, easy.
‘I love you’ means to give up one’s own rights,
So your beloved one can touch the skies,
To sacrifice, not merely think of: ME.