Did she ever look at me the way I looked at her.

In secret I would always say "He is the one."

I could have said one night, I could have moved those bricks.

I could have played my flute, like I was touching his lips.

It wasn't easy hiding it, not easy at-all. When you love someone you don't want to let go.

I married a rich young Greek, whom I didn't love.

I was going to marry, but was stronger and better than her.

In the end I was quite happy, happy that he was alone.

I was merely heart-broken because I wanted her.

Yes I loved Aristo, I vowed it when I said "Yes"

I wanted her to say one day "Behold! I love him best"

But now it's all in vain

Now it's all my fault

I SHOULD HAVE LOVED WHEN I COULD'VE BUT NOW I'LL BE ALONE.