I know thee my love, why is thy voice still?
You suffer in silence to spare me pain?
Your presence alone my heart overfill
When anguish strikes. dear. please do not refrain
Let I be the one who’s mute in distress
Surely sweet angels can fulfill that task
Sharp thorns of life upon me they shall rest
Torment old acquaintance…painless you’ll bask
Afflictions many…I’ll never be free
Add not another being tight lipped
When she ails so God, transfer it to me
Despondence and I oft’ sail the same ship
I implore, I beseech thee, spare her this
As peace from heaven imparts with each kiss
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