Meet at the bridge by midnight,
When no one can judge,
The night is our only hope,
We can only be intimate when men sleep.

Our union is a curse they say,
But how can what they call a curse, be my only joy,
And yet they wish to extinguish my only fire.

It's not my fault that fate chooses me to be a prince and you a servant girl.
If only they see you the way I do,
Then they will know how I feel.

I...