Agony

Did I abuse her
Or show her disdain?
Why does she run from me?
If I should lose her
How shall I regain
The heart she has won from me?

Agony!
Beyond power of speech
When the one thing you want
Is the only thing out of your reach.

High in her tower
She sits by the hour
Maintaining her hair
Blithe and becoming and frequently humming
A lighthearted air
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.

Agony!
Far more painful than yours
When you know she would go with you
If there only were doors.

Agony!
Oh, the torture they teach!
What's as intriguing
Or half so fatiguing
As what's out of reach?

Am I not sensitive
Clever, Well-mannered
Considerate, Passionate
Charming
As kind as I'm handsome
And heir to a throne?

You are everything maidens could wish for!
Then why no-?
Do I know?
The girl must be mad!

You know nothing of madness
Till you're climbing her hair
And you see her up there
As you're nearing her
All the while hearing her
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.

Agony!
Misery!
Woe!
Though it's different for each
Always ten steps behind
Always ten feet below.
And she's just out of reach
Agony
That can cut like a knife!
I must have her to wife.