
Cast Not Your Love Upon Me
Hardy fool,
Black heart that I am,
No,
I am not that,
I am only content with my life,
Why do you stand before me?
With tears stains in your eyes?
Asking me these questions,
To which I can tell you,
No lies,
Why?
Pray you,
Do you beg upon the ugly duckling?
When you can have the swan?
Cast not your love upon me,
This vain-less and unkempt woman,
My sister,
Whose skin is like cream,
and golden hair,
who laughs and smiles and enchants,
all who cares to know her,
She is the captains widow,
Lives,
But a few streets away,
Go beg upon her,
Not upon this dreary soul...
Whose heart is as icy as the watery grave,
The tides even,
as my beating heart,
You may sail upon the waters,
But you cannot have me,
For to have me,
I shall take you into that abyss,
That frozen death,
That all husbands and wives fall into,
No,
Cast not your love upon me,
For my love is... was a sailor,
Who lies,
at the bottom of the sea,
And God help me,
That is where,
I long to be....