I forgot that I'm not the only oneWho's trying to win your wild precious heart.I forgot that I'm not the only oneWhose heart's being pricked by a thousand darts.
I thought I wouldn't get hurtI thought I'd never shed a tearI thought it was a perfect maskTo pretend to know no fear.That smile, I've worn as a maskThat smile, that I can't eraseThat smile, that seems so realIs just a perfect facade.In one moment it all came backIn one moment it swept me off my feetIn one moment you broke me apartBy you're insensitive words and speech.With those, emotions flooded meWith those, I'm again writing a poemWith those, I just want to stay hereHere in the corner where I'm alone.
I try to surpress what I think is vile:A simple act; my heart beats and it skips.By standing by the sides, watching you smile,Always, it brings a curve up to my lips.
When I behold a forest spreadWith silken trees upon thy head;And when I see that other dressOf flowers set in comeliness;When I behold another graceIn the ascent of curious lace,Which, like a pinnacle, doth shewThe top, and the top-gallant too;Then, when I see thy tresses boundInto an oval, square, or round,And knit in knots far more than I.Can tell by tongue, or True-love tie;Next, when those lawny films I seePlay with a wild civility;And all those airy silks to flow,
Sweet serene sky-like flower,Haste to adorn her bower;From thy long cloudy bedShoot forth thy damask head!New-startled blush of Flora,The grief of pale Aurora,Who will contest no more,Haste, haste to strew her floor!Vermilion ball that's givenFrom lip to lip in heaven,Love's couch's coverlet,Haste, haste to make her bed!Dear offspring of pleased VenusAnd jolly plump Silenus,Haste, haste to deck the hairOf the only sweetly fair!