A few months of good looks
Promises
Kisses on sweet lips
Promise me, it wasn't a dream
That I so cherish

And now
A strange jealousy
For the man
The man I must have been
To be found
With the riches of beauty
Decorated about my arms
The girl of many dreams
My dreams
In my clutches

Whatever one would wish for?
The ribbons of victory
Already in my corner
And the glory of the earth
Bowed before me
To cling
Even as a man does his wife