Between Ariel and Me

I often think of myself as being a mermaid For I am indeed none other than love's maid I guess my name should have been Ariel Of all the mystical creatures, I am the only belle! A knight passed me by He showed me a colorful sky And left me panting for more With wounds on my heart, so sore! Like Ariel, I was once ready to die for love Like Ariel, I still do not know of what I am made of Like Ariel, I am now but abandoned to my own fate Like Ariel, I have never been seen by mine own mate A mermaid is none other than an object of beauty Being not understood is indeed life's cruelty Mysterious and mystical Her end can only be ironical Deep down in my heart, I still keep a fanciful wish I do still yearn for the past It is gone, yet, that past I do still cherish! The pain of dying for the sake of love unfulfilled Why, only a creature of the sea could so feel A mermaid, Ariel, or myself, a being of mystery In pain, always here to make the world, turn so dreamy!