Fair Verona

Words, mere words

that could make parting

a less sweet sorrow.

Tomorrow and tomorrow,

forever tomorrow,

I'll ever love you.

Ah, but can you trust

the mouth of a gentleman

who knows naught but pain?

Should I lie to thee,

you, who lays me down?

Should I lie to thee,

you, who gives me love?

Should I lie to thee,

you, who wakes me in the morn?

Should I lie to thee,

you, who gives me life?

If I were to dye my hair

with the colours of the sky,

would you believe me?

If I were to bleed my heart

with the colours of the rain,

would you love me?

If I were to tan my skin

with the colours of the earth,

would you trust me?

If I were to paint my eyes

with the colours of the sun,

would you follow me?