Uncertainty

Away from thee I never weep nor sigh, And lose I not my mind when thou art nigh. But if for a while I have no word with thee, There’s something missing, someone I must see. I wonder, yearning thus for days on end: Art thou my love or maybe just a friend?

When thou hast gone, I cannot in my mind Recall thy face though gentle so and kind. However, oft I feel, yet wish it not, That it is somewhere really near my thought. And all these doubts of mine may never end: Art thou my love or maybe just a friend?

I suffered much, but reckoned not, as yet, To go and let thee know my sad regret. With no idea where my feet should go, How come I find thy house I do not know; And neither at thy door my doubts may end: Art thou my love or maybe just a friend?

To save thy health, my life I would expend; To grant thee peace, to Hell I would descend. Though in my heart no bold desires I nest, Do know that I would be thy health and rest. But still these doubts of mine may never end: Art thou my love or maybe just a friend?

And when thy hand lies gently in my palm, My mind grows quiet, and my soul is calm; Meseems my life may in this sleep depart, But wakes me up the beating of thy heart, And thus return my doubts that know no end: Art thou my love or maybe just a friend?

Composing this my song for thee, my mind Was not to any bardic mood inclined; I am amazed myself, it baffles me How I have found the thoughts and rhymes for thee, To finally write these doubts that may not end: Art thou my love or maybe just a friend?

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