Friday, February 5, 2010

Love is a foolish melancholy


Love is a foolish melancholy
Leading the mind with false persuasions.
Else why see I not my folly,
Losing time to get occasions?

My love is always lunacy.
Methinks my heart is so on fire
That though my mistress send for me
I dare not for my life come nigh her.

Methinks love's sparkles would so start
And at her sight give forth such flame
That standers-by would see my heart
And by the light, there read her name.

Anonymous