Impulsing causes loss

Will and wind, two lovers sigh
with a greatfull sin of passersby.
a spark from the kindle, a tear from the pain
depthless regret, love called out in vain.
there's a fire that burns, a light that shines.
caught by the wick, when you were mine.
the fire's burnt low, the knife hit the floor
why cant you see, you're all i adore...