Did I abuse her or show her disdain?
If I should lose her, how shall I regain the heart she has won from me?
Agony beyond power of speech.
when the one thing you want is the only thing out of your reach?
High in her tower she sits by the hour maintaining
blithe and becoming and frequently humming a light-hearted air
Agony far more painful than yours
When you know she would go with you If there only were doors
Agony!
Oh, the torture they tease!
What's as intriguing or half so fatiguing as what's out of reach?
Am I not sensitive, clever, well-mannered, considerate, passionate?
Charming as kind as I'm handsome And heir to a throne You are everything maidens could wish for Then why now?
Do I know?
The girl must be mad
You know nothing of madness till you're climbing her hair and you see her up there as you're nearing her all the while hearing her roar.
Agony, misery, although it's different for each.
Always ten steps behind, always ten feet below, and she's just out of reach.
Agony that can cut like a knife
I must have her.
Why?
