I never wrote you a love song
Somehow words could not express what I needed to say.
And so I never wrote you a love song

And now it's much, much too late 'cause you've gone away

But I will build this monument

To remember all the love we once had
And I'll close my eyes and make it how it used to be
I swear I never stopped loving you with everything I am

And it hurts so much to think you stopped loving me
You stopped loving me...


So I wish I'd had written you a love song
And somehow you understood what it feels to be me
Because the Angel loves the sprite forever

And does it unconditionally

But I will build this monument

To remember all the love we once had
And I'll close my eyes and make it how it used to be
I swear I never stopped loving you with everything I am

And it hurts so much to think you stopped loving me
You stopped loving me...


(Excerpt from La Belle Dame Sans Merci by W.B. Keats - 1819)

I met a lady in the meads,

Full beautiful--a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.


I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;

She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.


I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing

A faery's song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,

And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said--
"I love thee true."


She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,

And there I shut her wild eyes
With kisses four.


And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed--ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dreamed

On the cold hill's side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,

Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried--"La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!"


I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,

And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill's side.


And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,

And no birds sing.