For what purpose is my heart to suffer,
The maladies and the discontentments
Of love unrequited and unwanted?
Must our hearts remain two for now,
And for an eternity of love lost?
Should we remain as separate as sky,
Sky and the sea that reflects it's glory?
Fie! The slings and arrows of the suns rays,
That do cause your visage such radiance.
Fie! Mine ears that do hear thy voice so fair,
That ever I'd heard 'ere the chanting dove.
Aye, the dove that loves but one for it's years;
Were that I would be the dove of thine heart.
You do me wrong to deny doting looks,
To deny my woos and my character.
I need you as the moon needs the sun's glow,
It's light that makes shine through night's shadow veil.
With you by me, my night is not darkness,
But as bright as one would behold in day.
You drive me mad with your womanly charms;
Your smile does me the worst of your effects.
You haunt my dreams and you wander my mind;
My thoughts have become afflicted with you.
Let the words that I long for pass