Eponine
Pearls of melancholy,
diamonds of despair:
jewels of solitude, my love,
that every day I wear.
How near you are to this lone soul
and yet so out of reach:
you hear not these sad serenades,
nor paeans, nor love's speech.
You feel not this warmth from inside
that keeps my dreams aglow,
nor smell the blooming buds of hope
that years have left to grow.
You know not of my heartbreak
nor see these cheeks tear-stained.
Loveless and lifeless am I, my sweet,
For I love thee in vain.
