Rhapsodie

And I couldn’t love you
Any more
Than I do right now
And The Furies that I feared were
Eumenides to lead me here
Here I linger
And the cadences we hear
May grow different in coming years
Still I’ll tell you
That I couldn’t love you
Any more
Than I do right now
And if you should ever leave
Then I would love you for what you need
I could still tell you
That I couldn’t love you
Any more
Than I do right now