why
do you look caring, when
by
my side sit thee thy—charlatan—heart
isn’t
the days I spend innocent,
been
enough?
run
to him, I have none to resist for, since
you
are the sun-him the earth-am the sky
shine
on him, cause am waiting,
shine
on him, since weeps
in
between, my heart for his agony
it’s
the love that past
if
I have to want you as mad,
‘t
was for the love of my love, not to thy union
in
the dim darkness of my nights
thinking
of a better than yours thought
now
that you sit along his side,
his
wine, property of your union
has
past, and that story is old by now
remains
your mind to his eternal love.