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Even if thou tell’st me thou loves me too
I knowest tis only in vain, for which
Love thou provest true shall reflect the moon
In her monthly orb, full and bright, then switch
Wane off my reflection, find someone new
The opposite form they tell’st us we need.
Yet yearning for me, thou tell them adieu
Crawl into mine room, we’re finally free.
We knowest only I can hold thy soul
Betwixt mine heart, safe harboured and whole.
Thine air shivers through, mine heart you have stole:
Thy touch is fire, yet thou leav’st me cold.
Alas, any love thou shall cast my way
I’ll keep in my bosom, for wretched day.
