My Tristan,
So far from my heart and soul.
Let it be your duty that ruins us,
Your prideful mask that you hide behind.
My longing for you,
Is meaningless in your eyes.
I chose you...you chose them,
For some reason this comes as no surprise.
Duty,
I spit on the word.
For it is your duty; your honor,
That keeps me from your world.
Our moments of passion,
Do you see them with regret?
Can you see the unguarded hope in my eyes,
My Tristan where does your heart lie?
Isolde, my darling Isolde,
Don't you know that you are the keeper of my soul?
My darling please,
Dry the tears from your eyes.
No other woman will take me away,
It is you that I think of each night and day.
Wife of my friend--my family,
You cannot know the depth of my agony.
Have you not seen the struggles I must fight?
The burden that darkens my light?
In the day I must watch as you smile for him,
And settle for the quick moments that leave as quickly as the night.
Oh how my heart yearns to dispose of this honor, this duty,
But would be less of a man if I let you take me?
My love, you are the keeper of my heart, but my love to my family,
That is what tears us apart.
Forgive my sins and for the hurt I cause,
But it is you that I must let go.
Isolde....My Darling Isolde.
Copyrighted by Elisabeth
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