I THOUGHT I would write love's words in their own colour; but that lies deep in the heart, and tears are pale. Would you know them, friend, if the words were colourless? I thought I would sing love's words to their own tune, but that sounds only in my heart, and my eyes are silent. Would you know them, friend, if there were no tune?
I HID MYSELF to evade you. Now that I am caught at last, strike me, see if I flinch. Finish the game for good. If you win in the end, strip me of all that I have. I have had my laughter and songs in wayside booths and stately halls,- now that you have come into my life, make me weep, see if you can break my heart.