Oh the flowers,
Their beauty hath withered
Like the love in my heart
You spoke to me of stars,
Of the moving sun,
Of an undoubting love,
Yet in truth thou art a liar,
Thine poetry is but a farce,
And my love is but a game,
Thou are cold and cruel,
At yet the object of my deepest affections,
My passion for thee runs deep into my soul
And deny it...I Can Not!
I needed you
I wanted you
I respected you
I lusted for you
I betrayed my own Father, all for you!
And your reply,
That I should abandon my love!
That I should cast myself unto convent!
I SHALL NOT!
For my love for you goes beyond love of life
And I will not bear this disgrace
Hamlet, I love thee to death,
For that is surely where I am bound
Death...ice cold death,
Like ponds of glistening peace
I shall hang a wreath above such a pond
I shall leave this wreath as a reminder of how you left me
Farewell, My Love, Farewell
Opelia