Your beauty is of significance that can’t be denied
and I would take your hand as swiftly as a bird in flight,
but Roark has taught me well; I can’t, I won’t, lose my pride,
and staying with you would expel a soul-eating blight.
You believe your being must be displayed on a silver platter
or else be diminished and divided by the crowd’s discerning eye.
My love, you don’t understand that their vision does not matter,
and this is why we can not be: I will not let your soul, for mine, die.
We live as we love: alone; and I will not be responsible for your soul,
no: I am too selfish.  I will only carry myself, dear,
and until you can love with no boundaries but your own, with no goal
but to live with me, but not for me, I will leave you, and I will shed a selfish tear.

Our love will be indiscernible from the rest if you sell yourself for I.
I am much too selfish, my love: I will leave before I watch a soul die.