le dixième

Finding perfection, but not being able to have it, is not as bad as you'd think. The fact you found it in the first place seems enough. More than enough. It would be greedy to want, to expect, that you could keep that beauty. It belongs to someone else, yet jealousy is dead; replaced by relief that someone can appreciate it. She must be deserving - have something you don't - that allows her to hold such beauty. It is not yours and most likely never will be, though the chance is ever present. Meeting perfection but not being able to have it is all that you can handle. Because if you obtained such wonder, your life could never be the same.