My Love

O, my love is like a black, black rose
That's fairly dead in June
O, my love is like a melody
That's sadly play'd in tune

As fair art thou, my dear
So deep in dread of love am I
And I still will love thee
Even thou art not return it
O, my love is like a lake so dry

I will love thee till the end of day
Looking up at the blue sky here I lay
Wandering if our love was true
Watching the clouds like we used to

My love is dark and dead
Like a black, black rose that is withered
My love for you will never end
Love is only pain, darkness, and depression