Medea

I have missed the blossom on the trees beside the avenue
Where I have walked in tangled rows of sadness all for you,
And services rendered,
For disappointment, disillusion, and your words meant
Nothing to me, anyway.
And this wild love has consumed me,
And all of your pleas will not sway me,
But I will weep until my eyes do not see,
But at least, my love, your pain will have set me free.
Oh but you were just a body in the night,
A hand to clasp in desperation in the morning light,
And memories left to me now,
Are bound all up in twine, with words I have uttered in vain,
Intruding on your peace of mind,
And this wild love has consumed me,
And all of your pleas will not sway me,
But I will weep until my eyes do not see,
But at least, my love, your pain will have set me free.
Oh lover, we have been blind,
Dust motes dancing in our eyes,
So leave me, go on your way,
But don't for one moment think I will stay.
And your wild love has consumed me,
And all of your tears have assuaged me,
So I will run, and leave my grief at your door,
But at least, my love, the pain will be yours no more.