vain tears, and thy trust is gone.
Taken from thy heart, what hath thee done?
Thine own love is to be lovest with affection.
Thy shalt not takest control of one, but himself.
Oh wonderful envy, oh hateful love, wherefor art thou gone?
Sorrow strikest in thine own soul,
Where to love?
Where to be loved?
How shall one love another?
Why is such beauty of a emotion thrown around?
Faithful, honest trust don't be so devious.
I pray thee pardon my sin,
but I hath gone against thy's wishes.
I send forth my own hand,
And ask thou to takest it with the most care.
Sweet devine, simple purity, worthy love doth not lie.
Keep your strength.