For this candid beauty my heart does ache
This gentle woman, this playful waif
And if allowed my heart she’d take
So I stand afar, where I know it’s safe
Enthralled I am of my lady fair
With her passion and her charm
Her lovely locks and loving stare
But still I fear her lovely harm
For love is fickle and most uncertain
A cunning mask for so many a thing
Like a player behind a curtain
But is he Brutus with a dagger’s sting?
I’ve loved before and the mask exposed
Finding grief and emptiness hid beneath
And of all the ballads I’ve composed
Still tear my heart with lonesome grief
For this one I am almost willing
To join again this masquerade
A costume needs me a filling
Hold courage; steadfast, do not fade
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