How can I claim your love, my Love?

How can I claim your love, my love,
If your love is what you love the most,
It shall be a sin,
To wear your skin,
And dream of desert, prairies and woodlands west,
Where the sun, girdles me,
My placid sea,
Where seagulls build their floating nest.

How can I claim your love, my love,
When your paper face, one I had never seen,
Draws me,
The way you see, and only you
Can understand,
Why it never matches me,
Yet ever do.

How can I claim your love, my love,
When shades of yours,
Lay deep,
In all abandoned places,
Crying out a chorus, of a joyous destitute,
And to know it to be true,
That come some winter day,
My voice may join it too.

How can I claim your love, my love,
How do I pay the price,
If for the ichor from your ashes,
All my life could suffice,
For it shall be a sin,
To wear your skin,
As every other one,
Whose stars have lost the way to north,
In the way I have gambled my sun.