She is the fairest of all the Roses,
She is the beauty with no thorn,
She is the bleak hope of my existence,
That shines upon me in a ghastly light.
She haunts my dreams,
She never leaves my thoughts,
She is my reason for living,
Yet she bestows me no love.
Ay me!
This torturous rhythm is never ending,
This meaningless life without her affection,
Is a sad sigh I've grown accustomed to.
She is and shall remain,
My beloved Estella.
She is the beauty with no thorn,
She is the bleak hope of my existence,
That shines upon me in a ghastly light.
She haunts my dreams,
She never leaves my thoughts,
She is my reason for living,
Yet she bestows me no love.
Ay me!
This torturous rhythm is never ending,
This meaningless life without her affection,
Is a sad sigh I've grown accustomed to.
She is and shall remain,
My beloved Estella.
