How can I love somebody else but thee,
Whose image is reflected in my cup?
For even when my eyes refuse to see,
My dreams displaying thee will never stop!
How can I live abreast of my desire,
And hear that heartbeat echo as my own?
When from within, there burns a sacred fire,
How can I love and be as cold as stone?
Oh, lengthy hours, teach me to ignore,
So I may look upon him with no feeling,
So I may gaze into my cup and not adore
The beauty of the man who’s so appealing.
How must I live against myself opposed?
Consume my pride?—Oh, I’ll be overdosed!
I fell in love and kept on falling