Analysis of Lovefool

In place of death, I will serve you.
What we have defies
The bondage of time,
The sanctity of my peace of mind,
What else am I left to do?

I shall spend all day by your side,
Trimming away at the weeds nearby,
Cleaning the moss from your name
as you look down at me with your scornful eyes.

Dawn unto dusk, I will work on bruised knees.
My skin is red and burnt,
And yet,
I cannot help but smile
As my nails fill with your hallowed dirt.

You rob me of my woes,
Cut out my tongue so I cannot speak,
And still, your effigy glares down at me.
(Oh, how I am weak under the gaze
Of my decomposing beau!)

“I want to be with you” I plead;
It is selfish and foolhardy, but it's true.
Let my Pygmalion be turned to stone
So we may be one, embraced
Under the dirt of Bachelor’s Grove.