Oh, when I consider
your lovely face and sweet form
and the touch of your fingers
I am stricken with a sadness
that devours my heart, and mind, and soul.
Oh, am I just a faceless face
among a faceless crowd ?
Oh, do you ever consider
that without you I am like a motherless child?
Oh, your face and lovely form
has forever captured my heart.
And my heart sings a sad song
for the miles you are from me
both in the span of space
and the lack of feeling in your heart.
If I could only tell you
of all the memories that reside in my brain
those I love loved and lost
of the pets I had as a child
and every word I have ever
written or spoken
Oh, would you love me then?
Or would you consider
me but a babbling fool?
Oh, I fear that you consider
me a thing unworthy
as though I were a thing
that crawled through the earth.
Oh, I am in the dread fear
that others will steal
all hope of your love from me.
But oh, how I will love you always
for how could I ever hate you
you are the one thing
that has brought life to my dying soul.
My heart only beats by my love for you
and without you
I would be a poor hopeless thing
only counting the days
till this life is extinguished
from my mortal coil.
Oh, consider me a worthless thing
unworthy of your love
and I will forgive you.
Oh, if I could die for you
like the only son upon a cross
I would consider it
the greatest honor
to die for one as lovely as you
and I would be free
from this world with its cruel fate
and the torture of this deep longing
and hopeless love.
But oh, I shall love you till the grass
no longer grows
and the moon falls from the sky.