When Love came to my doorstep
to brighten up my days,
she let me have her body,
but did not show her face.
She was a ginger fairy,
a hazel Amazon,
she was a tall blonde goddess
who soon again was gone.
The raven-haired enchantress
became a nymphet fair:
her shape was ever changing,
her body and her hair.
But still she hid her beauty
behind a mask of stone;
I longed to see the features
no man has ever known.
'Oh let me see your face, Love,
that's all I dare to ask!' -
I gently stripped it off her
to find another mask.
She told me not to do this,
as I would hate the sight,
but I kept on removing
her masks all through the night.
'Oh let me see your face, Love,
that's all I dare to ask! ' -
I'd gently strip it off her
to find another mask.
As I took off the last one,
she turned away from me
before I looked behind it
and told me earnestly:
'For you it would be fatal
to see what you have done:
I have a thousand bodies,
but faces I have none.'
