My love is often painful; you
Don't seem to care for me.
So far away e'en if you do
I'm unable to see.

But there's glory in misery
And grandeur in despair
And so I choose them willingly
And love on. I don't care
If it is unrequited of,
Or even unrequired
For love cannot be truly love
That wanting love grows tired.

And so I'll suffer and disdain
To strive for my release;
I'd rather be in love and pain
Than loveless and at peace.