Don't bend your head in your hands
please tell me, do you love me
I know your heart is torn
but loyalty means little to me
I don't care for all that you're Marc's man.

When the night is over we sail
on the tide of morning
unshed tears will
grip a heart in mourning
before I lose you, stay awhile

And I can hear you say to me
'It will be the death of us
but I love you
Iseult, what will become of us?'
But I care not of death, for you love me.

C.A.