The boy had a way with words, he sang, he moved with grace 
He entertained so naturally, no gesture out of place 
His road in life was clearly ddrawn, he didn't hesistate 
He played, they saw, he conquered as the master of his fate. 

The girl had an iron soul no-one could recognise 
Material ambition that her gentleness disguised 
She gave herself to him certain of his fame 
Wanted him for luxury, for limelight and his name. 

And then he sang to her 

I love you for your silence 
I love you for your peace 
The still and calm releases 
That sweep into my soul 
That slowly take control 

I love you for your passion 
I love you for your fire 
The violent desire 
That burns me in its flame 
A love I dare not name 

His rise was irresistable - he grew into the part 
His explanation simply that he suffered for his art 
No base considerations of some glittering reward 
The prize was knowing that his work was noticed and adored 

I love you for your silence 
I love you for your peace 
The still and calm releases 
That sweep into my soul 
That slowly take control 

Yes he told the truth 

Accepting every honour with a masterly display 
Of well rehearsed reluctance to be singled out this way 
He started to believe that he was all they said and more 
While she forgot - she forgot the reasons she had wanted him before 

I love you for your passion 
I love you for your fire 
The violent desire 
That burns me in its flame 
A love I dare not name 

The still and calm releases 
That sweep into my soul 
That slowly take control 

And when at last they fell apart she wished that she could be 
The hardened heart of yesterday, as cynical as he. 
By changing for the better, she had changed things for the worse. 
The words that made them happy once now echoed ... echoed as a curse.