For the heart that sails on the paperfly
a broken wing to twist and die
i sold my soul to the paperfly
for the paperfly found love in i,
to search from morn till night and dine,
a lady in red named Katyaline
we wined and dined till lips locked entwined,
till i hear a sigh from the paperfly,
he calls her over, my sweet Katyaline
and i hear her pleasure over music divine,
enraged with hate for the paperfly
for i was his puppet in his game sublime,
for love is folly and love is blind,
she left in the night with the paperfly...
now the paperfly came back last night,
and i invited him in without a blink of an eye
now i found new love and new love found i
but it was not to be for the paperfly
reclined am i to a reclusive life
for forced am i, a paperfly's wife
so to conclude this all i must comply,
for a broken wing to twist and die,
one's heart must love a paperfly....
for he found love in me and in him did i..