Come, beloved, dance wi' me.
Let me touch you and twirl your hair in my fingers.
Come beloved, come, come, come.

I love you.

I don't know. I might be drunk. Drunk on your loveliness, drunk on your beautiful smile.
I am in love I guess.

O' come, beloved, because I fear coming to you.

O' beloved, I fear, I fear, I am mortally afraid.
If I tell you my love, will you keep smiling at me? Will you frown? Will you shun me?

Please, o' please do not.
O' beloved, I fear you, oh I do, I do fear you, beloved.

So please come beloved, my heart kept on bleeding, for fear, for love.
Could this be love, if I keep on fearing? O beloved, do I really love you?
Is not love stronger than fear, o' beloved tell me, tell me, please.


Oh oh oh, beloved, be love, be love, be my love, love me, love me, love me...

O love, is this love?
Can this twisted, black, and gnarled thing be called love?
Oh, it cannot be, it cannot be.

For Juliet, Romeo cast away his pride and his life. For Helen's sake many died. For Siegfied's slight, did Brunhilde cursed herself, her love, and the whole world.


This could not be love, but still, but still, love, I wish it is...