To love
Is to be a fool
To be happy
Is to be disillusioned
To live in this world
That denies both of these
Is not a life
At all.
Ah, my lovely,
To be denied of you,
Never again to feel
The sweet kiss of your eyes
Is it funny that
This cruel and crazy world
Denies us our childhood?
Denies us the chance for love?
But how could I ever believe
That someone like you
Could ever love someone like me?
I was mistaken, my love