It's been ten months since we did part
and yet I still don't have the heart
to make it through the passing day,
nor even care to stop and pray.
God gives not strength, nor joyous times:
it's only misery entwined
in life at night until sunset.
Oh, Love, oh, Love, I do regret
for ever seeking your soft care.
Since our love lost you do not share
more than the tortured punishment
of silent hate. (Though I more hate
this most unfortunately fate)
From friends of best to hated thoughts:
Oh Love, oh love, I do regret.