The impossible love

I've seen a girl I cannot forget, I know her by name, but that's as close as I'll ever get. It's sad to say, we never could be, for she was far superior than me. Her beauty could move the sun, and it shines like stars that fill my heart, without impression nor intention on her part. So lovely, gracious and modest she was, like a pretty flower donning a hat. Her beauty flows beyond the surface of her skin, just as a great book is adorned with a fanciful decor. She remains the sun, while I the sea, and though we see each other daily, we shall never meet. We might have, could have, would have been, but all is said in deep regret.