with the heart's desire. Sire,
I must tell you. It is not the darkling
plain outside. As is the inner fire.
The tears are crystal drops of longing
and they fall. I don't know why
But they too think of belonging
and fall while I slowly die.
And when my fears and troubles
Stop. Then will I smile and cry
And may little crystal bubbles
Form and never burst and die.
On the darkest night of the year
You must see sparkles across the sky
You must, and you must never fear
That for your crystals, I must die.
I shall never fade like that fading star
Or a waning moon, or a sorry Venus.
And now my thoughts go astray and far
For with Venus I can only rhyme penis!
In 15 years' time, what will I be? Pretty I am, vain too, rich (I'll marry a rich man)- so yes I'm going to be happy of course!