Eponine
I am among the miserable,
The poor and yes, the crooks,
And I confess, Monsieur Marius,
That I do not have the looks,
Or the brains, or the fortune
Of she you wish to make your wife-
But shouldn't it mean something
That for you I give my life?
Monsieur, I've always loved you,
Though only on my own,
But if it will make you happy
I'm content to be alone.
Your world will go on turning
And I will have no regrets
Although, despite my thankless tasks,
I'm the one the world forgets.
You do not love me, Marius,
Not unlike anyone,
And still, to keep your soul alive,
I jump before this gun,
And here beside the barricades
My wounds like water flood
And the streets that shone like silver
Now are ruby with my blood.
I've seen it in your eyes, Monsieur,
That your love for her is true,
And I've dreamed of how sweet it would be
To be loved by a soul like you.
Perhaps you'll never think of me
When I watch you from above,
But my last words are a lie, Monsieur-
I was more than a little in love.