Come, live with me, my matching soul, my destined other part, and all that you may wish for, I’ll grant it from my heart.
I live for one desire alone. I live for just one favor, one purpose keeps me whole, one hope remains to comfort me and soothe my aching soul.
I wish to be a goldsmith, working only gold so fine, so when I see fair golden hair, no envy will be mine.
I don’t wish to stand in the way of dreams you hold so dear, so I will walk away from you—to spare your heart a tear.
O stormy sea, how can I hush your wild and restless tide? To sit along your quiet shore, and cast my net with pride.
I’ll trade this heart for one that’s cold, and leave my own behind, a heart that hates you now I need—for peace within my mind.
I had both heart and reason once, before I came to know you, but now you’ve taken both from me—and life feels lost and hollow too.
I had both heart and reason once, before I came to know you, but now you’ve taken both from me—and life feels lost and hollow too.
Your diamond heart, your tender voice, your beauty pure and bright, have made me yours eternally, with no will to fight.
I think that if I speak my pain, relief will surely show, but still I dare not tell a soul the depth of what I know.
Love sometimes brings a bittersweet and gentle kind of sorrow, what once was sweet can turn to weight, too heavy for tomorrow.May the ironist bring sweet sorrow.
Like a cigarette I’ll burn, like a candle I will melt. If someone tells me to deny you—I swear I’ll strike him down.
Make sure they never learn, my love, the secret that we share, for many wish upon our bond a burden hard to bear.
Jasmine withers if you don’t remember to give it care, and love is just the same—it needs your constant prayer.
My little one, take care of love—the bond we hold so dear, like basil in your garden, tend it gently through the year.
Your eyes are wounding deeply mine with every piercing stare, and with each glance that turns away, you burn my heart with care.
Give me, my girl, the beating sound that echoes from your heart, and I won’t make a single move unless you grant the start.
I had both heart and reason once, before I came to know you, but now you’ve taken both from me—and life feels lost and hollow too.
Your diamond heart, your tender voice, your beauty pure and bright, have made me yours eternally, with no will to fight.
I think that if I speak my pain, relief will surely show, but still I dare not tell a soul the depth of what I know.
Eyes that never shed a tear, and lips that never smile, hold you in a double grip and kiss you with a lie.
If only I had golden coal, a flame of molten gold, to warm a heart that’s made of steel, so distant, hard, and cold.
That sulking face, it doesn’t suit—no matter how you try. For your own good, just trade it in… for one sweet, shining smile.
When I die and I’m laid to rest, beneath the weeping stone, my lifeless heart will still feel pain—for you, and you alone.
The roses bloom in spring within your blossomed space, yet springtime lives eternally upon your lovely face.
Without you, life means nothing—I don’t count it as my own, for just one wish you hold inside, I’d sacrifice all I’ve known.
You have no right to turn me down or cast my love aside, nor to forget the words we shared, the promises we tied.
As rivers pour into the sea and vanish in its blue, so pour the blackened tears I weep, my love, because of you.
All things in life move forward fast, yet I stay far behind, from the very moment love first crossed into my mind.
