You could have been

But were instead

A ballade in my heart

That sung its brightness Into being

A sun from stars apart

I loved you with my

Purest love

No greater and no less;

Yet you see

I willed you free

To curse me though I bless.

Shall I mourn

For your lost love,

Your sickened heart to move?

What benefit,

what kindled art

Should I a lover prove?

But lovelessness

Is harder still

And brings on greater ill

So I choose, that should you prick,

My blood an ocean fill.

In that day of poverty

When death to me draws near

I will remember you,

(O yes, in death,) by eye and ear

So you will never know the want

That haunts me night and day

Though you may

Another love

My love’s for you always.

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