Sweet Nightingale,

Why do you seem so sad?
You have one of the fullest smiles,
One deserving better than a place such as this,
Yet all I see is a smile with not one,
But two unreached eyes.
Sweet Nightingale,
Why won’t you let me help?

Sweet Nightingale,
Why don’t you speak to me?
I am a trying man to a fault,
Stubborn and headstrong,
And I only wish to help you in
Whatever way I can find.
Sweet Nightingale,
Your magnificent self deserves
Happiness of the highest kind.

Sweet Nightingale,
Why do you cry?
I do not mean to make you weep!
I do not care if you say,
“The fault is not yours,”
I just wished - wish! - to help you...
Sweet Nightingale,
Your tears begin to wound me,
Yet I wish you to cease not for me,
But for yourself.
My Sweet Nightingale,
Please, please do not weep.

My Sweet Nightingale,
Why do I smile when I see you?
Our eyes meet and the smile grows more
Contagious, just like my wanting of you.
Wanting you, liking you, loving you...?
Why do you enrapture me so,
My Sweet Nightingale?
Why do you say you love me?

My Sweet Nightingale,
Why did you let me dream?
Me, pushed away, wounded, while you
Focus on your claimed future,
With your enchanting voice and
Caring embrace, which I will experience
Nevermore, My Sweet Nightingale...
...It is not my place to speak, so
Why won’t you let me be?

My Sweet Nightingale,
You came to me,
Selfish forgiveness from me your wish,
And I grant it on a whim,
For I wish to have you,
And while I fight for what I want,
I cannot compete with a "soul-mate".
The spot beside you will never be mine,
Yet you still fill my heart with
False hopes and tortuous dreams
My sweet, forbidden Nightingale,
Why do you play with me?