Wouldst thou still love me if I did show thee
the hidden darkness dwelling within me?
Shall I trust thee and lay bare down with you
and for thy love offer myself to you?
Thou art as bright as the day golden sphere
and something happens ay when you are near:
mine icy eyes melt like candles, my dear,
for to be burned when I get close I fear.
My rivers of tear drops make oceans blue
and thou div’st in them every night, don’t you?
Unreachable you, will you stay with me?
Oh, please, just let me –
let me love thee.