Tristan and Isolde

by Helios Narcissus

This love is futile

And we both know

How it's going to be

But I choose to ignore that

Because what matters is when you're with me

This love is futile

It has ended 

Before it even began

'Twas foolish of me

To give myself

When you already belonged to someone 

I was weak though my love was strong

Didn't tell you that I've loved you all along

So I drink myself a noxious wine

Made it comely with a poison intwined

This love is futile

Yet I'll savor each moment

Because it's your presence

That makes it worthwhile