He used to be a soldier long ago
I wish that I had gotten to him then
I haven't had more love than I've had woe
I haven't known the man that might have been.
Could I have know what made him fly into a rage
If I'd seen the ghost and shadows of his past?
Has his unruly temper come with age?
No- I think it's right at birth the die is cast.
There's something in him still that I adore.
I could have seen him father of my child
If love was strength- but now I must deplore
The very fire of lust that drove me wild.
He leaves me here to totter on this line
That between love and sickness is so fine.