Even now, I try to make you smile.
Half-lidded and lazy, eyes that won’t wake
When you laugh and they sparkle
Like glinting beams on darkling streams
I know devotion.

Gave up Sunday slumbers to see you.
Alone with my easy friends, you pass on by
I long for your lullaby voice
Wanted to be your only girl again
Oh, I know devotion.

Such unsteady lovers are we.
Sometimes I think I’ve left you behind.
Even a glimpse sets my giddy heart racing,
Then I know the full depths of the ache
I know devotion, my sweet.

Although you’ll never be mine.
Lusty looks shouldn’t linger on this poor lamb,
She will cry in her waking sleep
And you care not at all
If I’m quaking or waiting and devotedly dying
As the wolf with the sharp white teeth
Tears my weeping heart from my willing breast.
No, you care not at all.

I know devotion, and you care not at all.

 
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