A brief history of my love for you

There is a nightingale somewhere, my love's, somewhere embracing his life
I wish I was Shakespeare to write sonnets
I wish I was Vivaldi to write you symphonies
I wish I was Gainsbourg to make you fall in my arms, to dissect your name -- like a being full of desire
Nay, you'll suffer for this!  

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.