Love

Young lady, you ask me for my love,
And I tell you it's all yours.
But from that dry smile on your pale face,
I hear a deep sigh of loss;
That only an aching heart can make;
That only a burning heart will listen.

Young lady, I know, you ask me for my soul,
But I only give you my body.
I know, you need my soul to reach my body,
But I reach your soul through your body.
For my soul, you sacrifice your body
And for your body, I sacrifice my soul.