If this be love, to draw a weary breath, To paint floods till the shore cry to th'air with downward looks still reading on the earth the sad memorials of my love's despair; If this be love, to war against my soul, Lie down to wail, rise up to sigh and grieve the never resting stone of care to roll, Still to complain my griefs whilst none relieve: If this be love, to clothe me with dark thoughts, Haunting untrodden paths to wail apart, My pleasure horror, music tragic notes, Tears in mine eyes and sorrow at my heart. If this be love, to live a living death, Then I do love, and draw this weary breath.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this when I first met my boyfriend. I knew that it was love, but
I wasn't quite sure. I wanted the defention of love, but I soon found out
that no one can define love completly.
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