O, that I were just an ass
Eating the wild grass in the fields
And that all my tragic flaws and
Weaknesses to you weren’t revealed!

To be as Nebuchadnezzar
Without sense and senseless love, too!
But I am a star crossed lover,
Wishing to die ere losing you.

I’d lief take leave of my senses
And survive by my raw instinct,
Than feel our love’s bonds be severed;
Your love and life to me are linked.

I’d rather spend those seven years
And another seventy-two,
Rather than being rational,
Perpetually missing you.