I grieve and dare not show my discontent
I love and yet I'm forced to seem to hate
I do yet dare not say I ever meant
I seem stark mute yet inwordly do prate
I am and I'm not
I freeze yet I'm burned
since from myself another self I turned
my care is like my shadow in the sun
follows me flying
fly is when I pursue it
stands and lies by me
does what I have done
or let me live with some more sweet content
or die
and so forget love I meant
What I must not say is that I love you
The more I let you go
the more I seem to have need of you
And it will not go away
no matter how much I command it
Do you the queen is mistress of her feelings
No She is a fool for love
A hopeless fool
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain
My cup of corn is but a field of tares
And all my good is but vain hope of gain
The day is gone and yet I saw no sun
And now I live
And now my life is done
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