My Dear Willow

Have you wept for me, indeed?

You have, and now I am in need

Of a tight embrace of love

And perhaps joy, for the glove

He is tied to is not to be lost

And therefore, I keep inside the dust

And weep it off as you weep for me,

Oh willow, that I only write love songs

To those who take me for nothing

I only reach for him, well, I partly cannot see

I am not ashamed, oh no, oh, willow,

Ashamed that he who's yours can share my tears

And we can leave this in search of relief,

willow, please, take these hands and make them play

As no one has ever done before, oh willow, don't send me astray

Cure the hearts I've broken, make me new

And let me fall into you.

Rewrite this plot, for all to see, willow,

They may see and believe; they may not agree

Willow, who would not change a raven for a dove?

For this, which I call love,

Is, indeed, flying to him

Yet he who shares my tears

Locks it inside; throws away the key

Then, how can I be free?