“If I could only but once, press her to my heart.” (Goethe)
Oh, young men and their misery,
the horror of unrequited love.
It’s been the same through the ages
illuminated by Goethe’s pages
where Werther’s heart is broken
by Charlotte who could save his soul,
over this obsession he has no control.
The Sorrows of Young Werther
lies by his torturing bed
as he transforms an ordinary girl
into Cleopatra or Helen of Troy.
But as you wither and locks turn grey
this painful infatuation fades
so this girl who caused a young man’s tears
I have not thought of…for many years.
Oh, young men and their misery,
the horror of unrequited love.
It’s been the same through the ages
illuminated by Goethe’s pages
where Werther’s heart is broken
by Charlotte who could save his soul,
over this obsession he has no control.
The Sorrows of Young Werther
lies by his torturing bed
as he transforms an ordinary girl
into Cleopatra or Helen of Troy.
But as you wither and locks turn grey
this painful infatuation fades
so this girl who caused a young man’s tears
I have not thought of…for many years.
