• ben_adam 4w

    My love may never love me as

    My love may never love me as
    I love her and that is my curse.
    I'll bear my cross with fortitude
    And love her as all true loves should.


    My sweet may never be with me
    That's fine so long as she's happy.
    My joy in her stems from her joy
    E'en though she loves another boy.



    Our lives are short and death is nigh;
    Why should I for loss heave a sigh?
    This life, the next or that after,
    She will love me as I love her.


    Thus will I content my poor self
    And bury sorrow in belief.
    ┬ęben_adam