The love came upon me in dreams
Of his tender brown eyes staring
Always staring across the room
I pushed it away
Knowing he was far above me
But still his face reigned in my dreams
Those sweet brown eyes engulfing me
I know he believes not in constancy
That all women are the same to him
But love still came upon me in dreams
Of his tender brown eyes staring
What a fool I am
For I am sure to die of this love
Like the lady in the boat
As I am cursed to love one who doesn't affections return
And surely shall have the blood freeze in my veins
With but a fair face to remember me by
I the new lady that loves Lancelot
I the new Lady of Shallot
