Great Throughts Treasury

"I knew you could not forget me, couldn't if you tried. You'd spoken truth on Upper Street: I was your soul & you were mine. But the fire was too hot for you & you took your burned hand away & gave it to an ordinary love to soothe it every day: And now you come to me too late too late, and now you come to me too late. Where there were no barriers you've grown up ghosts between us now; their cold fingers pull me back - they hunt my courage down. And now you come to me too late. You sold your lovely soul while I never found the one who had the currency for mine. And now you come to me too late."

"Ye muses assist me, there is none can resist me save only that fair one whom I do adore. And the more that they tease me the more he would please me, he'll be my my greenwood laddie til time is no more. Have you seen my dearest whose eyes shine the clearest, whose lips like the red blood new dropped in the snow; he is neat tall and handsome, his arms warm and gentle, he'll be my greenwood laddie til time is no more. My parents my darling, they slight you with scorn because you have no riches wrapped up in a store. But the more that they slight you the more I'll entice you to be my greenwood laddie til time is no more. Twas down in yonder bower I spent many hours, a-plucking wild flowers on yon winding shore; twas his stolen kisses caused my fondest wishes. He'll be my greenwood laddie whom I'd always adore. If I had the riches of the east or west indies, or if I had the gold of the African shore, or if I could gain thousands I would lie in your sweet arms and you'd be my greenwood laddie til time is no more."

"I give you no more words; you take them hostage & bring them back in negative - in Stockholm they're convinced by their captors in the opposite of reason, so twisted, they smile at me with logic saying, look, get outta that. You take my simple words far beyond logic, and lose their truest meaning, infuse them with your pain. You pull them to yourself like a miser with his money, and serve them up so pretty, eating cold revenge again. The words they coil around like so many snakes, you let your guard fall down - I see Oz behind the drapes - with one great bound I am free & I am running. No longer can you say to me, haha get outta that!"

"Young love is honed so sharp that the blade can snap embedded in your heart, and when you move you feel the ache, though the face that caused it fades. But old love grows so long that the part above the ground has less effect, and time can wither tender shoots, but leaves those roots secure and strong. But the best love has no time; no forwards, backwards but only now. It's strong arms hold you when you walk and if you fall you're always caught. Though I know this to be true, yet I still believe I love you the best; the way that you turn your head, it twists my heart so tight it hurts."