Emily, my passion is ill fated,
My love for you grows stronger by the day.
To not reveal this love, the price I pay,
This love of mine blows strong and is abated,
These rough winds fuel the fire in my heart
That smoulders yet in vain for love of you.
It is this flame that renders me untrue,
Hiding the fire as I watch the smoke depart.
Like a candle flickering in the night,
My love is wavering, but then burns hot.
How I wish you were removed from my sight!
I wish the flame could flicker and be forgot!
It is in these painful hours of twilight
That I wish this love could be, and yet, be not.