flame of the night

Oh gentle flame, who licks at the night
Would nor grant my wish, than wish my dreams
But love cannot be told, such a sad sight
Dragon's breath does in my means

The little tyger plays but cannot fire
With little cat feet he writes what cannot be
But for telling me he is not the lyre
It held it's breath, dear immortality

Speak softly, who's to tell us our loved cannot live?
But you, who has taken more than I can give.