I Wish I Didn't Look! Why do you torment me with your beauty? I hate the way I feel as I love to gaze upon your face. It's as if you have made it your duty, To haunt me with your elegance and grace. Thy long raven hair, tendrils, pulling me to darkness. Thy supple soft skin and piercing eyes, Thy angelic voice and sweet caress, Lures me to my hearts demise. 'It gets worse before it gets better', They tell me, I have no way of knowing. This pain has no comparison, you bewitching blood-letter, What once roamed these veins has stopped flowing. Why do I torment myself? Beholding your being. Why is it you I see whilst I'm dreaming? Why isn't my heart made of tougher stuff? I'm sick and tired! I've had enough! I wish I didn't look!

Who'd Love A Fool? Who'd love a fool If a fool wouldst love 'Til his heart stopped beating? Would you love a fool If a fool wouldst love Upon first meeting? Would a fool love another? Aye! 'Til their hearts stopped beating.

By Myself I'm by myself or by your side, When I'm most content in my stride, Matching your speed but not your grace, Walking towards a pleasant place, A pretty place I once espied. Our feet, beating paths lain outside, Slaves to this inanimate guide, In belief of finding solace, I'm by myself. Through woods and up hills we abide, To see the Sun and Earth collide Delicately in warm embrace, On a bench we've found our palace, Upon this bench I've realised, I'm by myself.