| I bathe
myself in tears But the pain still burns My heart from me is torn Cold heart pumping hot blood Each beat a futile yearn It's purpose is forlorn I've fought and lost again I give up on love It's reward an empty chest Fill it and have it robbed As the Raven devours the Dove Cupid is a loathsome pest You can keep your love It only breeds my pain I can live without it Passion will keep me warm When I love in vain For coldness makes me doubt it ~Joseph M. Barat |
