Unreachable. Poem by Marcondes Pereira

She is higher than a mountain.
She is the true and only fountain.
Of my life so miserable.
She is like a ray of sun, so unreachable.

I love her by distance.
I cry for her in silence.
I'm lost inside her eyes like many times before.
She is a distant dream that I adore.

I play my flute during the night,
And angels give me some portions of mercy.
While she is kissed by heavenly light.
I'm the loser in our fake and romantic democracy.
Now, she is out of my sight.