DCLXVII

 

In all my days upon the earth,

I have loved no one but thee,

and yet my soul is troubled,

and my heart lies heavy—

For though great passion,

but have I…

unto thee, it matters not,

for thou hast but made clear,

that thou but want…no part—

Thus I doubt and yea…I wonder,

of all my days on earth,

if being[as I have]in love with thee,

truly hath been worth—

The knowing that,

thou doth not care,

in any way…for me,

and that my feelings,

art to be no more,

Than a fantasy?