I Won’t Forget in Foreign Arms
I won’t forget in foreign arms
Those two enchanting eyes.
When love consumes, I ache with harms
For my first love that never dies.
Memory, oh maiden fair,
Tears my wounds anew,
Yet still my soul repeats in prayer:
I love you, oh, I love you!
You’ll marry soon, sweet girl of mine,
You won’t recall the poet’s song.
And I’ll be gone, far past the line,
Exiled from where I belong.
The ship will fade into the sea,
And take my heart in rue,
But wave to wave will whisper free:
I love you, oh, I love you!
The world may never truly know
Who loved you with such flame,
How much the poet wept in woe,
What verses bled your name.
And even when cold earth one day
Covers me from view,
This heart will pulse beneath the clay:
I love you, oh, I love you!
