But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind:
Those that can see thou lov'st, and I am blind.
But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind:
Those that can see thou lov'st, and I am blind.
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
And then thou lov'st me for my name is Will.
Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst,
Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood
That glues my lips and will not let me speak.
What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell. What thou lovest well is thy true heritage.
But since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein,
Even as I would, when I to love begin.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories