Words and Verse
Come Back!
My love, forgive me this apostasy
I have harmed you, done you wrong
Played the field all along,
Taken out your beating heart
And in lust torn it apart,
Lost you in a sinful seizure
Playing Brutus to your Caesar.
Lacrimo nunc tamquam reus
Culpa rubet vultus meus.
(I weep now as a guilty man/ Guilt reddens my face)
Pray that week of joy remember,
Let not die that waning ember
That is sparked when in our eyes
Jane and Tarzan socialise.
Not yet has its light gone black,
Thus I pray you: Let me back!
Oro supplex et acclinis,
Cor contritum quasi cinis
(I cry, in supplicatio on my knees/ with my heart contrite as dust)
Grasping lips and talking hands,
Words no other understands
Were the tongue in which we spoke
And the bond I know I broke,
Now that bond, once warm and strong,
Has grown weak; cold through my wrong
Illa die fidem davi
Flamma libidinis eam cremavi
(I gave a promise that day./And burned it up in the flame of lust)
But, just as a rose bright red
In the morning lifts her head
Up to drink the fresh new wine
Of the vine-dark morningshine,
So our love can rise from sorrow:
Suns that set rise on the morrow.
Scio nunc quid amor sit (I know now what love is)
Let our sun now rise to it!
I have harmed you, done you wrong
Played the field all along,
Taken out your beating heart
And in lust torn it apart,
Lost you in a sinful seizure
Playing Brutus to your Caesar.
Lacrimo nunc tamquam reus
Culpa rubet vultus meus.
(I weep now as a guilty man/ Guilt reddens my face)
Pray that week of joy remember,
Let not die that waning ember
That is sparked when in our eyes
Jane and Tarzan socialise.
Not yet has its light gone black,
Thus I pray you: Let me back!
Oro supplex et acclinis,
Cor contritum quasi cinis
(I cry, in supplicatio on my knees/ with my heart contrite as dust)
Grasping lips and talking hands,
Words no other understands
Were the tongue in which we spoke
And the bond I know I broke,
Now that bond, once warm and strong,
Has grown weak; cold through my wrong
Illa die fidem davi
Flamma libidinis eam cremavi
(I gave a promise that day./And burned it up in the flame of lust)
But, just as a rose bright red
In the morning lifts her head
Up to drink the fresh new wine
Of the vine-dark morningshine,
So our love can rise from sorrow:
Suns that set rise on the morrow.
Scio nunc quid amor sit (I know now what love is)
Let our sun now rise to it!
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