#12

I feel my love for thee I must proclaim,
But I’m shouted down on granite forum.
What once was love has now been turned to shame;
Long since humbled, I shall stand before them.
But you my dear shall be worth all the pain,
For I know true love is all but true bliss.
And as the lonely wind calls out your name,
Your lonely name shall in turn call out his.
Sorrow I say is a proudly bold word,
And I shall tell you that it is my name.
But my real name you have once before heard,
In midst of false pride I know it is shame.
So forgive me before I forgive you,
And I’ll echo your name sweet love so true.