The Virgin Queen (Elizabeth I: The Virgin Queen OST)
My care is like my shadow Laid bare beneath the sun. It follows me at all times And flies when I pursue it. I freeze and yet am always burned Since from myself again I turn. I love and yet am forced to hate. I seem stark mute; inside I prate. Some gentler love doth ease itself Into my heart and mind. For I am soft and made of snow Love, be more cruel or so be kind.