Beneath the willows, where I lie,

Watching the clouds float through the sky,

Remembering the days of Yore,

Of boyhood lusts and loves alike,

Thinking about just you and I.

It never was, it could not be,

That I loved you, but you not me,

Afraid of love, its cruel game,

Causing lives to go amuck,

And driving me insane.

I stayed awake, those restless nights,

And my scarce dreams were filled with frights,

Of losing you, the one I love,

And my eternal sorrow,

But I only wish that you’d love me.

And now I’m here beneath the trees,

O why, could I not have seen,

The end the way it is today,

I sit alone and despise myself,

But I only wish that you’d loved me.