Why must I be so tortured
By this love that haunts my thoughts
It frightens so I cannot breathe
Parades pompous and haught
When he speaks the earth's revolution
Speeds to a grinding halt
And when I fall to the ground, weak in the knees
I know it is his fault
Now I imagine his prescence
Accompanying mine
And his kisses on me
Bring a stop to all time
And I wish he would stay
Forever to no end
But he must say farewell
Leaving me alone again
And I think will my love
Even return to me?
And the whispers
Surely, my love, surely