Love escapes my grasp once more now I fear.
I see the object of my desire
Look towards me with a strange foreboding leer,
As if the love we once shared were on fire.
How did I lose it? What did I do wrong?
Did I love too much or not enough, dear?
Perhaps I offended you with my song?
If so, I shall kiss your offended ear.
Did my poetry drive you away, love?
Rip the pages asunder like my heart!
Answer me now! What did I do, my dove,
For you to take flight like a swift bright dart?
Never you mind, heart, for you shall mend soon
Love comes and goes at our age like sweet June.