"It is vain to search for an etymology of Helen's name."

I'm no Helen of Troy, but I'll always be here

To care for you when your face has launched

A thousand ships.

For his touch is all the lust

Of a thousand blooming poppies

Of a thousand burning cities

Of a thousand ships launched

For one beautiful face.

God is Love and Love is War

I will be your Helen of Troy.

Oh, the fatal falter

The ill-fated misstep:

We believe that to love is to bleed,

And thus to breathe freely

We eagerly do the deed:

Your breast - my dagger,

My love.

It tastes of rust

And our pennants are tattered.

The white flag flies high

Yet still the cannons batter.

Love is a bloody battlefield

And neither side will ever yield.

My breast - your dagger,

My love,

For I am not your Helen of Troy.