Madness Poem by Sand Mascarenhas

I lost my heart, HE lost his mind
I am nonpareil, oft known as a fair maiden
Perchance HE has gaze on another wench
Perchance I have no gaze at all
For all I want is my fathers acceptance

The more he draws close to me
The farther apart I am with HE
HE proclaims I'm nothing more then a puppet,
I've foolishly been played by the fool himself
N'er shall I forswear my dear father

Fie on HE
Fie on the drunkard, Fie on the blossom
that bloomed our love,
Fie on the time that consumed our Hate
Fie on ME
Verily, I have become a small blaze
that has yet set on anything or anyone
I have changed, yet made no difference
In the end the flame will be put out

In Faith, it's my fate
I shall see the morrow,

he gains his mind, I lose my father
he gains his heart, I lose my father,
I lose my father, I lose my father...
I'VE lost my mind