Fear is not what I am afraid of.
True, it is a frightful thing to fear;
But the fear of fearing fear is overwhelming
Especially when its form becomes sheer
I have forsaken both rest and peace,
The silence of the forest reverberates inside my head,
And at night my bed is a hollow grave of leaves.
I wish I were beautiful
So I’d know what to do
For in this world of fame and glitter
Only the beautiful come through
I watched you from a distance-a maiden lost at sea-
(Hardly fair or bewitching to one as amply endowed as thee)